04x12 - Bad Company

[bunniefuu]

Can't get a bite
to save my life.

That's 'cause you're
using the wrong lure.

You need a black tail jib.
(CHUCKLES)

That's why you're not
catching anything.

What's your excuse?

Fishing with you.

You're bad luck. Yeah.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'm out of here. All right.

(GRUNTS)

See you tomorrow. All right.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, honey.

Boys okay?

I'm gonna give it
another 20 minutes.

I don't wanna come
home empty-handed.

All right. Love you too.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(EXHALES)

(ROD CLICKS)

Oh, yeah. Oh, come on.

You know you want it.

(CHUCKLES)

(g*nsh*t)

You're in over your head, cop.

Trust me, you don't
wanna do this.

As a matter of fact, we do.

Okay.

You asked for it.

Vinnie, you got two tattoos
on your right bicep,

one of your dog, Apahnee, the
other of your daughter, Chloe.

Cyclops, you got
a dragon on your back

which you recently augmented
with a naked Khaleesi riding it.

And you, Artie,

you have the date 10/21/93
on your left forearm,

the exact date
you passed the CPA exam.

Oh, speaking of, did you
bring the authorization

for the extension for filing
your tax return? Thank you.

Although I'm probably
in a whole new tax bracket,

thanks to the fact that you guys keep
challenging my perfect memory...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
And losing. Pay up.

(ALL GROAN) All right.

Hello?

I'm out in
the middle of nowhere.

It's gonna take me an hour
to get there.

I took the train. I...

You know what?
I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Put your money away, boys.

I thought of another way
you can pay me.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES RUNNING)

(SIREN WAILS)

Thank you, Artie.

Thanks, guys. BIKER: You got it.

Any time, babe.

Uh, Carrie, helmet, please.
Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES RUNNING)

CARRIE: Hey.

You okay?

Victim's Shane Barton.

Got a rap sheet, small stuff,

theft, couple of burglaries.

Shot in the back.

You didn't answer my question.

I knew him.

Former CI, used to run around
with some bad people.

Shane had turned
his life around.

Married, couple of sons.

I haven't seen him in,
I don't know, six years.

Before I found you again,

Shane helped me
close a few cases.

He was a good guy.

So he was a good guy with a
lot of bad enemies, right?

That's why he left.

Tired of looking
over his shoulder.

Moved his family to Michigan.

(SIREN WAILS)

CARRIE: What is she doing here?

Give me a minute.

(HORN BLARES)

I'm here because a former
CI has been k*lled,

and that's it.

You know that's not it.

This has Tendler
written all over it.

Shane Barton helped us with a lot
of cases other than Tendler.

But none you and I...

Al, Tendler is in prison,
all right?

And you need to seriously
consider the possibility

that Shane came back to continue
some of his bad habits.

You don't believe that.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Russo. Yeah, good. Thank you.

Shane and his family
have been staying

a few blocks away from here
at his mother-in-law's house.

So, the local police will go
over, they'll inform her...

No, I need to tell Laura myself.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

(GATE OPENS) (LAUGHS)

Lieutenant Al Burns.

Wow. (LAUGHS)

Shane is fishing,
but he'll be home...

No.

(CRYING) No. God, no!

We'd been back for two months.

I told him to call you,

but he didn't wanna bother you.

Why'd you guys come back?

Shane said he
needed to come back.

Said he'd go alone, but I
didn't want him on his own.

Was he in trouble?

No.

He had been working for the last
year as a forklift operator.

He wasn't getting into trouble.

Was there anything out of the
ordinary the last couple of weeks?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Who took these, Laura?

They were on the table
when I came home from work.

I showed them to Shane,
and he got a look,

worried and then mad.

And I asked him
what was going on,

and he told me not to worry,

and then he ran out the door.

(SNIFFLES)

He said it was fine.

Laura,

if there's anything I can do
for you, for the boys...

(CRYING)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

You look like hell.

I just came from
Shane's wife and kids.

I'm going back later.

I'm having a radio car
sit on the house for now,

and I may have something.

These were taken
outside of Shane's house

and left inside.

So, whoever k*lled him
was following him first.

So, by leaving these, some
as*h*le was letting him know

that he could get to his family.

Yeah, they were
trying to scare him,

and when they couldn't,
they k*lled him.

I saw you talking to Sandra.

Al, I know something's going on.

I can't.

We don't keep secrets
from each other.

Well, let's see, Car.

There's the fact
that you got married

and didn't tell me
about that, so.

I'm serious.

Give me a bit more time.

Just trust me for now.

(SIGHS)

You talk to Al? Oh, yeah.

He's getting Shane
Barton's widow

and her two kids
in protective custody.

How'd he sound?

Ah, we gotta get
whoever did this.

I'm with you, partner.

And to that end, let me introduce
you to this gem, Sammy Gavlak.

Low-level hood,
independent contractor,

but he runs with
some rough people.

Yeah, I recognize
some of these faces.

So, I just got off the phone
with Staten Island DA.

Turns out, Gavlak's being
brought up on RICO charges

that could put
him away for life.

Trial starts next week.

Let me guess, Shane Barton was
gonna testify against him.

Bingo.

That sounds like
motive for m*rder.

All right, look, we'll see
if we got a 20 on this guy.

I'll call Al, see if he
can check out Gavlak.

All right.

WOMAN: Yeah! God! (MAN MOANS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)
MAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(BOTH MOANING)

Let's give the guy a minute.

No. No, we don't have a minute.

Ready? You're first.

Go.

WOMAN: Hey!

Freeze! Police.

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

Where the hell is he?

Where's who? Who?

The guy you're in here with,
that's who.

WOMAN: There's no one here.

We could hear you in the hall.

We could hear you
down the street.

I'm just relaxing.

Who's gonna fix my door? Hmm?

You can't go in there.

Hey. Okay.

Okay, you got me.

Sammy Gavlak?
Yeah, in the flesh.

You're under arrest for the
m*rder of Shane Barton.

I love you.

I love you too, pumpkin pie.

All right, come on, you two.

You know, Sammy,
until we barged in,

you were having
a pretty good week.

I mean, you get to bang a
beautiful woman like Monique,

and the main witness against
you conveniently dies.

I didn't k*ll the guy,

but if you find out who did,
do me a favor,

send him a fruit basket from me.

Yeah.

Your RICO trial
swung in your favor

with Shane gone,
I'll give you that.

But our forensics people

tracked the photos
of Shane's boys to you.

You just replaced a RICO trial

with a m*rder rap, dumb-a*s.

Uniforms will be in
to book you in a minute.

Whoa, wait. Okay.

I took the pictures.

I dropped them off,

just sending a friendly message

to stay away, but that's it.

And you say the guy
got shot this morning?

I was with a friend.

Monique?

Someone else.

Now, don't tell Monique.
She'll k*ll me.

Name and number, Romeo.

Hey, listen,
did you see anything

suspicious when
you were at Shane's?

There was this jacked-up SUV.

It was green,
parked a couple doors up.

See anybody inside?

Nah, the windows were tinted,

but it had these, like,
floodlights on the top.

That help?

You know, it might.

And... (CLEARS THROAT)

You're under arrest for witness
intimidation, for now.

m*rder is still on the table.

And my guess,

Monique is gonna be pissed

when she finds out about Ariana.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, so Sammy Gavlak's
alibi panned out,

and I have some
news about Tendler.

He was released last week.

What the hell? I know.

The parole board was
supposed to let me know.

They contacted my old office.
I just now found out.

I'm gonna talk to him now.

No, no, no, I checked.

Tendler's living in an
apartment in Ossining.

He's on electronic
home supervision.

Come on, the guy still
has friends on the force.

It would take one phone call
to disable that thing.

Just stop. Stop it.

I'm not happy that Tendler
got out either, all right?

If the truth comes out,
we both have a lot to lose.

You've got more to lose.

So you wanna talk about it?
Let's talk about it.

Yup, I'm the one
who planted the coke

in Tendler's car, and you are...

I'm not trying
to whitewash what I did.

It doesn't matter.
Tendler was out of control.

You know, the witness who saw him
taking that payoff wound up dead.

We couldn't prove it
the right way then.

Let me prove it this time.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, guys.
I think we got something.

Sorry, you want me
to come back later, Boss?

No. Lieutenant Burns and I,
we're done.

Okay, we got some
surveillance footage coming in

from an ATM two blocks from where
Shane Barton was m*rder*d.

SUV matches the description
that Sammy Gavlak gave us.

I think we're about to see
who k*lled Shane.

All right. WOMAN: Sandra,
these came for you.

Okay.

JAY LEE: All right, looks
like we're almost there.

Showtime.

You're right. That's the
same car Sammy described.

(TYPING)

I don't think I got enough
for facial recognition,

so does he look
familiar to anybody?

Nope. Hey.

I got ballistics on the
b*llet that k*lled Shane.

Apparently, it's linked
to six unsolved murders

right here in the city.

Talked to my guys at Organized Crime.
They're thinking hitman.

He operates in the darknet,

that little nasty side
of the Internet where all...

We know what
the darknet is, Denny.

Go, go, go.

Okay, right,
so his handle is EZ2517.

All right, I'll start
running that, see what I...

I know what it means.

Ezekiel, chapter 25 verse 17.

Chapter 25, verse 17.

"I will carry out great vengeance
and punish them in my wrath."

Didn't know you were
a biblical scholar.

More of a Tarantino scholar.

The scene where Sam Jackson
gives the speech

right before he blows Frank
Whaley away from Pulp Fiction.

All right, so how do
we find this Ezekiel?

We don't. It was smart that you
looped in Organized Crime.

If it's a hitman,

we should let them
run with the case.

This is our case, Sandra.

Yeah, but it's my call.

My office now, please.

Oh.

What are you thinking?

Grab your computer.
Meet me at the bar.

The only way to catch someone
like Ezekiel is to hire him.

Where are we going
with this, Carrie?

Oh, Jay, I have
a horrible husband.

He's so mean to me.

He's a*usive,
but he's very, very rich,

and I want to inherit his money.

I want him dead.

But you just can't reach out
to a hitman, Carrie.

He's gonna reach out to me.

All you gotta do is get me
onto one of those forums

where people talk about wanting
to m*rder their spouses.

So that means we're gonna
hit the darknet again.

Do it, come on.

Holy smokes, I can't believe
there's that many people.

All right, so what's
your name gonna be?

Uh...

Beatrix. Beatrix.

Write in that I hate my husband

and that I'm writing
out of desperation,

and that money is no object

and write in that
I live in Manhattan.

Say that he's a*usive,
and then put in some

Tarantino reference from
k*ll Bill 2, The Bride.

Oh, that's good.
Like a revenge thing, right?

Yeah, yeah, that's good.

Okay. All right.

Al, this is
Detective Shanna Coates.

Internal Affairs.
That didn't take long.

Is it that obvious?

I'm just here because
of Barton's former connection

to the NYPD
as a confidential informant.

He was connected
to prosecutions in the city,

so we're just looking
into every angle.

Not trying to jam anybody up.

Let me translate.

She's here to jam someone up.

Captain Russo said I could expect
everyone's full cooperation.

Tell your team I'll be speaking
with them individually.

Right this way.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(COMPUTER BEEPS) Oh, here we go.

CARRIE: All right, look at that.

He made a Tarantino reference.

He'd have said Django.

Do I know my hitmen or what?

All right, look at this.
He wants to meet. 1:00 p.m.

"Bring $10,000
to discuss further."

Ms. Beatrix, you have just
made a date with a hitman.

You her?

How do we do this?

We don't do anything.

If I decide to do this, I'm
gonna need another 90 grand.

Ninety?

I love Earl.

It's just the cheating and
the lying and the abuse.

I mean, what am I
supposed to do?

How many second chances can I give
him before I have to k*ll him?

That's up to you.
Just give me the money and...

Wait a second. How do I know you're
not just gonna take my money

and I'll never see you again?

I guarantee you, you don't give
it to me, you definitely won't.

Wow, you're good at this.

Kind of reminds me of,
um, you know,

the negotiation between
Bridget and Colonel Landa.

You know, Colonel Landa from
Inglourious Basterds.

No?

Guess you're not
a Tarantino fan, huh?

Victim's Shane Barton.

Got a rap sheet, small stuff.

CARRIE: Jay, Denny,
let that guy go.

I got eyes on the target.

Nice to meet you, Ezekiel.

Get your hands up.
You're under arrest.

Is this from
Ezekiel's apartment?

AKA Gibson Rowan.

Toss me that bag for a second.

Yup.

Looks like we're almost there.

WOMAN: Sandra,
these came for you.

You okay?

No.

(LAUGHS) But I will be.

All right.

Al, Falls and McGuinness, CPA.

Russo had papers
from the same firm.

Last time I checked, hitmen don't
generally report their income.

Which raises the question, what was
it doing in Rowan's apartment?

You need to talk to me.

I want to know what's going on.

We're partners.

Not here.

Buy me a drink.

AL: Clay Tendler.

He was a detective
when I was at the 117.

Russo was the
commanding officer.

His too.

The guy was dirty.

He was on the payroll
of more than one bad guy,

but I couldn't prove it.

One day, a civilian
reported seeing.

Tendler taking a payoff
from a drug dealer.

Two nights later, the guy dies
when his apartment burns down.

Russo decided that's it.

I had just made a coke bust.

She took a kilo from that,

put it in the trunk of
Tendler's civilian car,

and called a spot inspection

of the employee parking lot.

So Tendler went away, all right,

for possession with
intent to distribute,

until he was released on parole.

What does all of this have to
do with Shane Barton's m*rder?

I talked to the DA
who confirmed that

Shane had come
back to come clean

about everything he knew.

Maybe, he knew about Russo

framing Tendler.

He was gonna give
sealed testimony

in front of a closed grand jury.

You think Sandra Russo,

a decorated police officer,
our captain,

m*rder*d Shane Barton
to cover a lie that she told?

This is...
That's a lot to swallow, Al.

We have to follow the evidence,

and the evidence right now

points to her as
the prime suspect.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

I can tell you've got something.

JAY LEE: Yeah.

You are not gonna believe this.

Uh...

Look, now, I spent the whole day
on Gibson Rowan's computer.

He definitely did
Barton's m*rder.

Were you able to find out
who paid him to do it?

Boss, it was Russo.

The whole conversation was
sent from her home computer.

Are you absolutely positive?

I checked it three times.

Okay, Jay.

Thanks. Yeah.

I was just checking
with Organized Crime

to see where they are
with their Barton case.

Actually, we've made
a break in that case.

I thought I was very clear...

I followed a lead.

We think we've got the
person who hired Ezekiel.

Great. You plan on telling me
who that is?

Sandra Russo,

you're under arrest for
the m*rder of Shane Barton.

I'm telling you,
there's no way she did it.

Sandra is a lot of things.

She's not a criminal.

I mean, you gotta admit
the evidence here

does not look good for her.

Okay, I got some news.

You're not gonna like it.

They found a letter jammed in
the back of Russo's closet.

I just sent it to your computer
from the evidence room.

Oh, I... I'm sorry
about the quality.

I guess I must have rushed when
I scanned it or something.

Somebody was blackmailing Russo.

Yeah, that somebody
was Shane Barton.

(DOOR OPENS)

All right, everyone, listen up.

I appreciate what a shock
Captain Russo's arrest

must be for all of you.

Oh, man.

In case it's not clear,
from this moment on,

none of you are working
the Barton m*rder,

including having any contact
with Captain Russo.

I'll also be
needing your statements

regarding Captain
Russo's behavior,

both present and past.

Please pass it along
to Lieutenant Burns

when he gets back from Booking.

I'm gonna make it easy for you.
Mine's short and sweet.

There's no way she did this.

So, yeah, I think I'm done.

No, Detective Padilla,
you're not.

Needless to say,
you're not to discuss

your proposed testimony
amongst yourselves,

and you're not to go
see Russo in Rikers.

Am I clear?

Why do you even
need our statements?

It seems like you've already
made up your mind.

Detective Wells.

We haven't had the pleasure,

but your reputation
precedes you.

I'm well aware of your history
of disobeying orders.

Trust me, you don't wanna
disobey mine.

REPORTER 1: There he is.
REPORTER 2: Excuse me.

Clay, do you feel vindicated
now that they let you out?

I've always
maintained my innocence,

and the unfortunate arrest of.

Captain Sandra Russo
only bolsters that.

I just met
with the Police Commission,

and I assured them that I will
cooperate in any way I can

with the investigation.

I spent years in prison
for something that I didn't...

I used to hear stories about
guys released from prison

after 20 years for something
that they didn't do,

and to be honest, I didn't care.

I figured they had to do
something to get there,

but I was wrong.

So in addition to trying
to clear my name,

I'm going to look at other
questionable convictions

and bring a cop's perspective

to cases where injustice
may have been done.

I'm also going to...

I'm also going to
reach out to anyone

who I may have wronged
over the years.

Try to make things right.

Anyhow, thanks for coming.

God bless you.

Lieutenant Burns, have a seat.

I see you've made
yourself at home.

You're looking at Jay?

He's a Boy Scout.

I'm just trying to familiarize
myself with the unit.

We're focused on Russo.

I've been hearing that she
has a history of corruption,

and, as you know, 1PP
has a zero-tolerance policy

when it comes to corruption.

Maybe they should
investigate themselves.

We've gotten off
on the wrong foot.

Major Crimes is gonna need
a new captain.

I can't think of anyone better
suited for the job than you.

You're offering me Russo's job?

Unofficially,

but once the dust settles
on the Barton m*rder,

job's yours.

As long as I help you
put her away.

As long as you cooperate
with the investigation.

(CLASSIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

The original evidence report on
the coke I seized in the bust.

After I gave Russo the kilo
to frame Tendler,

I filed another report.

Why?

Because he was a bad guy.
Because I was stupid.

Your commanding officer told
you to turn over some drugs

that you had seized. That's it.

Is this the only copy
of the evidence report?

Yeah, I voided it
before it got in the system.

TENDLER: Hey, look there.

Son of a b*tch.

Al, let me handle this.

No way. No, you look at me.

If you start something, we're not
gonna get Sandra out of jail.

Now, let me handle this.

Yeah.

Welcome.

Hey, how you doing?
Carrie Wells.

I know who you are.

Al Burns' partner,
that freaky memory lady.

Oh.

You should watch
the company you keep.

You should watch
the bars you go into.

This is a cop bar,
and you're not a cop.

Not yet,
but once my record's cleared,

I'm putting in my papers
for reinstatement.

Who knows, in a different
universe, you and I...

In a different universe, I'd still
be looking to put your a*s away.

So here's the thing,

this little game
that you've been playing,

cat and mouse.

I'm the cat.

Wow, it's a good thing
I'm sitting down right now.

That speech got me
a little revved up.

Well, I'm glad
I caught your attention.

You keep thinking
that you're the cat

when you go home tonight
to your building

at 714 West 20th Street,
apartment 2-A.

You know where I live.

I know what you wear
to bed, or don't.

The next time
you're in the neighborhood,

you should, uh, stop by.

And get arrested
for breaking and entering?

Nice try, Detective, but I've
already been set up once.

But maybe I'll see you again.

You can count on it.

AL: He knows where you live?
He followed you home.

I'm fine. For now.

I'm not giving him
the chance to hurt you.

I can take care of myself, Al.
I know you can,

but he's not gonna stop until...

Until what? Until you sh**t him?
Until you k*ll him?

You need to get a grip.

She's gonna be in here any
second, and then you're done.

All right.

Look, Coates is gonna
play this by the book.

She's got her suspect.

She's not giving us a warrant
to search Tendler's place,

and forget about bringing him
in here for questioning.

You know, that temper of yours

is gonna get you into
a lot of trouble.

Let's take another walk
outside, okay?

No, I was thinking
about the car, but just...

Al, hey, you want a drink?
Sit down.

Where's your partner?

I know you have her doing your
talking for you right now, so...

Next time you wanna mess
with someone,

you mess with me.

Oh, I hope
that was worth it, burns,

'cause I gotta figure, you
just made me 2 million bucks.

When you're done hiding
behind your lawyers

and your scumbag friends,
you know where to find me.

You're always a lot of fun
at a party, Al.

JAY LEE: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Al, I don't know if you wanna
be around here right now.

Hey, listen Boss,

Coates heard
you punched Tendler.

And I'm saying
she's a little bit...

I'm perfectly capable of
expressing myself, Detective.

Let's take this in my office.

That's not your office.

And right here is good.

I'm gonna take your behavior
as a "No" to my earlier offer.

I'm not gonna help you
take down Russo,

so yeah, it's a "No."

I know you think it was Tendler,

who you just punched,
unprovoked,

in front of a dozen witnesses.

You're suspended, three days.

I'll raise you.

I quit.

Al, what are you doing?

Accepted. Your g*n.

Hey, come on now...

Stay out of this, both of you.

And you, go screw yourself.

(SIGHS)

(ALARM BUZZES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

DENNY: I'm sorry, Boss.
I hate seeing you like this.

Come on, I'm fine.
Do you guys miss me?

By the way,
someone please tell Al

he's gonna end up
in here with me

unless he cuts this sh*t out.

We're gonna get you outta here.
Really?

You got, like, a pick?
Got a file in a cake?

I didn't do it.

We never thought that.

Never doubted it.

Well, you're either really
good liars or really bad cops

'cause someone did
a great job of setting me up.

Give us something, Boss.

Anything that can help us
take down Tendler.

He kept everything.

If he got a g*n off you,

drugs, jewelry,
he held on to it.

DENNY: A pack rat?

That's pretty stupid
for a crooked cop.

No. He holds on to everything,
so he has leverage

to set up anybody
who gets in his way.

Means he's probably
still got it somewhere, right?

I heard just north of the city.

Where north?

That's all I got.

JAY LEE: Okay, that's a start.

We find that stash, we might
be able to find something

that links him
to Shane Barton's m*rder,

and we get you outta here.

Simple.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Hey. Hey.

You find anything
on where Tendler

stashed all
the stuff he's taken?

Not much yet.

I mean, he's been living in an
apartment since he got out of jail.

Small, nothing fancy.

It's south of
Peekskill in Ossining.

Peekskill?

But once my record's cleared,

I'm putting in my papers
for reinstatement.

Tendler had a matchbook
from a bar in Peekskill.

It was full,
so he was there recently.

Look sharp.

Okay.

I'm used to conversations
stopping when I walk in the room.

Never liked it.

Press release just came out

regarding Burns
leaving the force.

There may be an investigation
into his past as well.

What? Destroying one good cop
wasn't enough for you?

No one is to have any contact
with Al Burns

until the investigations into
Burns and Russo are complete.

Unless you'd like to join him
in early retirement.

Clear?

Crystal.

Good.

So where are you going?

To join Al in early retirement.

That's what I thought. Have fun.

(GRUNTS)

That's gotta hurt.

Sorry about that, Al.

AL: Uncuff me, Tendler.

As usual, I'm one step ahead.

Yeah? If you were
one step ahead,

you wouldn't have spent the
last eight years in prison.

It happened so fast, Officer.

I heard someone breaking in,
and out of fear for my life,

I grabbed a baseball bat.

I struck the suspect
who pulled a g*n on me.

We wrestled for the g*n and...

Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

Thank God, Lieutenant.

I was just about to call you.

You need to keep your partner
on a leash.

I told you to leave it alone,
but you couldn't.

You are officially under arrest.

You happy?

Do I look happy?

No, not really.

What are you doing? My job.

Your job? That's a laugh.

Hey, could both of you
just shut up for a second?

Hey, why don't you tell her you
were just about to k*ll me?

You ever heard about
"Stand your ground"?

I was well within my rights.

Oh, stand your ground,
you don't even know the law...

I know the law
better than you do.

Hey. Hey, you can't
go back there.

You don't have a warrant.
I don't want you back there.

You're right,
I don't have a warrant,

but this is a search
incident to arrest,

so I thought I'd
take a look around,

make sure there are
no other suspects.

AL: Get back here. I'm not
done with you, Tendler.

They found a letter jammed in
the back of Russo's closet.

I'm sorry about the quality.

I guess I must have rushed
when I scanned it.

(PAPER CRINKLING)

You're fine, and you are
headed for Central Booking.

You're under arrest.

I've been thinking. I've
decided not to press charges.

I'm not the kind of guy
that locks up other cops,

and I'm confident that Lieutenant
Burns has learnt his lesson.

As long as he's
willing to apologize.

Not a chance.

Seems like a generous
offer to me, Al.

I'm sorry.

Good.

Water under the bridge,

and thank you for coming
to my aid today.

Sure.

Here.

AL: After you.

The whole "Raging cop" thing
is getting tired.

Find anything?

I did. I took this off
Tendler's printer.

An a*s-kissing letter

from Tendler to
his parole officer?

The lines,

they match
the lines on the paper

that was found in
Sandra's apartment.

Tendler planted it.

So why aren't we
arresting him right now?

Because all the sh*t he stole
is still out there, so...

Right, and we find that,

we also take down whoever
he's been working with.

Precisely.

You don't happen
to have any idea

where Tendler's
keeping everything?

Don't you think I would
have told you if I did?

But I have a feeling

that we're gonna
find out real soon.

You seem pretty confident.

I left him a message.

You know, I gotta admit,
when you first told me

the only way to get Tendler
was for me to quit the force,

it seemed like a crazy idea,
even coming from you.

You know, it got us
into Tendler's place,

and like you said,
with Coates around,

you weren't gonna get a warrant,

but an ex-cop
doesn't need a warrant.

Now all we gotta do is
get Tendler to take the bait

and free Russo.

Well, that's gonna be
a piece of cake.

There he is.

Freeze, Tendler!

Detective Wells,
this is a surprise.

Ah, what can I say?
I'm full of surprises.

(g*n c*ck)

Get down.

(g*nf*re)

Cover me.

(g*nf*re)

Ah!

(GROANS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Okay, so wait, Al quitting,
right, that's part of a plan too?

Internal Affairs wasn't gonna
let a cop investigate.

I can't believe
you didn't tell us, Carrie.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to get
you guys in any deeper

than you needed
to be, that's all.

Excuse me for a second.

This is huge. We've got Tendler
dead to rights on the m*rder.

And with all
the contraband in there,

it ought to keep us
busy for months,

looking for new cases against
him and his partners.

All worked out, then, huh?

Where's Burns?

I'd like to talk to him
about his vigilante act.

Oh, come on.
You can't be serious.

You're still gunning for him?

Actually, I wanted to see
if he wanted this back.

You mind if I give him this?

It was really nice working
with you, Detective Wells.

I hope you don't take this
the wrong way,

but I'm definitely hoping
our paths never cross again.

Oh, that's fine by me,

but if you ever want a friend
in Internal Affairs,

you know where I am.

Take care. Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

They're just processing you out.

Should be a couple of minutes.

Thank you.

And thank everyone
for not giving up on me.

You can tell 'em yourself
tomorrow at the office.

IA knows I framed Tendler.

How'd they find out?

I told them.

When they came to tell me about
Tendler and to release me,

I just told 'em.

But I left you out of it.

It ends here with me,

where it started, and that's it.

I'm tired, Al.

I've been living with this
every day since I did it.

So have I.

You feel guilty?

Oh, hell, yeah.

Well, you should. You screwed up.
You listened to me.

You want to balance
your books with the universe?

Just stay a cop.

¶ Mmm

¶ Company.

Is this the part where you
throw it into the ocean

and say you don't want
to do this anymore?

I can't deny
it's crossing my mind.

Evidence report?

AL: Uh-huh.

What are you
going to do with that?

I don't know.

Do you remember
what you said to me

when you asked me to come back
and be a cop again?

You're the one with the memory.

I said that this memory of mine,

this gift, this curse,
whatever it is,

made it impossible
for me to do this job

and keep my sanity.

I said that I couldn't do it,
and you said...

That you're a cop,
whether you like it or not.

And so are you.

You help a lot of people, Al.

Besides,
you don't have a choice.

You have to come back.

Oh, really? How do you figure?

Because I can't
live without you,

and you can't live without me.

¶ I can hear them say

¶ Bad company

¶ And I won't deny

¶ Bad, bad company

¶ Till the day I die

¶ Oh, yeah

¶ Till the day I die

¶ Ooh ooh ooh ¶