♪♪
♪ There's something about the way you comfort me ♪
Hi.
Hey. How you doing?
I'm doing okay. How are you doing?
Good.
Mmm.
♪ Showing me love between your faded sheet ♪
♪ And I know now that I want you ♪
♪ Let's not make this complicated ♪
♪ We don't want this love to break ♪
♪ But I can't stop from falling through ♪
What?
Did you just look at your watch?
[Chuckles] No.
I'm not touching you until you take that watch off.
I'm gonna take off more than my watch.
♪ Feel you washing over me ♪
♪ I don't need to hide it ♪
♪ I love it when you, love it when you ♪
♪ Baptize me ♪
♪♪
♪ They say I'm in denial ♪
♪ I just can't let go ♪
♪ I don't care what people say ♪
♪ I'm doing all I know ♪
♪ I think of you, my love ♪
♪ And I close my eyes ♪
♪ And I can feel you here ♪
♪ For one more night ♪
Ugh. [Sniffles]
I'm terrible. I'm terrible!
[Music track stops]
No, it's feeling really good.
Let's just go another one.
[Feedback whines]
I can't get it poppin'.
What's in the bottle, Alicia?
[Exhales] H2O, like it says.
Russian water.
Andy, Andy, let her be.
[Grunts]
Give me that bottle, Alicia. Give it to me.
No!
Give it to me.
Don't you dare!
Give it to me, Alicia. Give it to me.
No! Let... No!
Give it to me. Come on!
You're not an artist! You don't know what an artist needs!
[Cap clinks]
Talent. Inspiration. Maybe just a little bit of discipline.
But a liter of vodka at 11:00 in the morning?
What are you doing?
[Crying] You don't own me. That's what Normandy would say.
Just take all that pain and put it into the music where it belongs.
Look, let's... let's go again. Give her an auto-tune track.
[Grunts]
You sing it.
[Headphones thud]
Come on, stop being a baby, Alicia.
I hate you so much right now!
Uhh! Uhh!
Stop!
Leave me alone! Ugh!
Look, that is the grief talking. Use it!
Damn! [Exhales sharply]
Nice work, Andy.
♪♪
I just wanna tell y'all...
[Camera shutters clicking]
...that I'm free today 'cause I put my trust in God.
I accepted Jesus as my co-pilot.
I lost my brother, a man I loved like a brother since were little kids in the East Bay.
But nothing can bring him back.
And then to have the whole world thinking that I did that to him?
[Camera shutters clicking]
We'd like to thank the Acting D.A., Martin Reardon, for his courage in showing a commitment to justice, not politics. We've needed change like this for years. Maybe now we can finally break the police department's choke hold on the D.A.'s office.
Choke hold? [Chuckles]
Billy... why'd you run?
I was scared.
Because innocence doesn't keep black men breathing in America.
Yeah, you saw how that cop sh*t the guy he thought was me.
Billy panicked. He was trying to stay alive.
Woman: We're coming to you live from the Oakland office...
Hildy: sh*t.
...of Nathan Woodward, the attorney...
[Sighs]
[Turns off TV]
They're all scum on that side of the aisle. Woodward's a punk.
Mm, well, if Siletti hadn't run over that civilian...
He hit her. He didn't run over her.
Just to be accurate for the record.
Okay, but dead no matter what.
I mean, the point is, Siletti would've charged to the max...
Navarro: Right.
...and... and then he would've kept him inside, and we would have time it to... to build our case.
Right, but outside, Billy has room to make mistakes, guys.
That's how we're gonna take him down.
Mm-hmm. That's all we got.
Yep.
You need to be 100% safe. 110%.
That means you drive under the speed limit.
[Sighs]
You don't contact anybody of interest.
You get me?
You stay close to home with Rainelle.
You behave like you are strapped with an ankle monitor.
Because they will be watching you, for a while.
But you are a waste of scarce resources if you don't produce results.
Let's give Sunday thanks for tight budgets.
Nathan...
I hope you don't charge by the word 'cause you use so many.
[Chuckles] No, ma'am.
All right.
Thanks, bro.
Mm-hmm.
[Door squeaks]
You keep showing up, Mario. You just keep showing up.
What do you want?
Still my office, my chairs, my desk.
Can you get to the point, please? One of us is busy.
Eddie Moss.
What about him?
I, uh, caught his name on your witness list in the r*pe trial.
Yeah, well, the defendant couldn't resist bragging to him when they were in jail together.
College don't make you smart.
Now without the informant, all you have is "he said, she said," right?
A college kid versus a paid escort. That's weak for r*pe.
And I told you that back when you charged, remember?
Then we got lucky, I guess. It happens.
Can you put that down, please?
You planted the informant, Marty, to shore up your case.
You have lost your mind. I did no such thing.
After your defendant already had an attorney, thus the right it remain silent, which you violated.
The defense is gonna shred you like pulled pork.
Moss' name is in our database...
There's no outside access to our database.
It won't pass as a coincidence that a snitch in so many other cases wound up next to your chatty defendant in custody.
Well, I'm going to assume that if I didn't know anything about that, neither will the kid's attorney.
You need to make a deal, Marty.
[Laughs] That's not your call anymore.
Oh, so you're willing to benefit from perjury, obstruction of justice, violation of constitutional rights...
Mario! Mario, this kid is a monster.
Of course he is!
And you're trying to protect the victim. I get it.
But I would hate to see you ruin your career over this, Marty.
I mean, you're too good a lawyer.
[Sighs] This... [Taps finger]
...is my desk.
You are sitting in one of my chairs.
Do you get that? Is that resonating with you?
You are never coming back, Mario, okay?
So get used to it, okay?
You don't take my good advice, you will lose the case.
You will be publicly humiliated.
You were the one who was in charge.
Y-You! You are such a hypocrite.
I believed in the integrity of my subordinates.
Apparently, I was wrong.
You know what?
You used to care about the victims.
Hmm? You remember that?
Back before you went and put yourself on the wrong side of the aisle.
You did that to yourself.
I am living proof that not every defendant is guilty as charged.
[Chuckles]
Well... I came as a friend.
[Laughs] We were never friends.
Oh, now you're just trying to be mean.
At least I won't feel sorry for you when you lose, Marty.
Good luck in court.
♪♪
Hi.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Are you okay?
[Chuckles] I think so.
[Chuckles]
Oh. [Sighs]
All right, Billy James definitely had enough cash to skip town.
What was he waiting on?
Mm.
Or who?
Hey. Uh...
Uh, my guess is Daphne. [Chuckles]
...my guess would be Daphne. [Chuckles]
So we sit on them?
Right.
Well, yeah, I mean, if... if we're right, one of them's gonna make a move.
Terry: It'll just be a matter of time.
Yeah. Lust makes you stupid.
♪♪
[Door creaks]
Alicia?
It's me.
[Keys jangle]
[Jacket thuds]
[Keys jangle]
[Keys clatter]
Babe?
♪♪
Alicia?
[Keypad beeping]
Honey?
[Sighs]
[Doorknob rattles]
Baby.
[Doorknob rattles]
[Sighs]
[Click]
I'm comin' in.
[Door creaks]
Alicia?
Alicia!
Alicia, baby. no. No, no, no. Come on.
Alicia. Come on, baby. [Grunts] Come on.
Alicia, wake up. Wake up! Wake up.
Hold on. [Grunts]
Stay with me. Come on. Come on.
Get you out of here. You're okay.
What have you done? What have you done?
Come on. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on.
Come on, one sh*t, man.
I'm just doing my job here. Okay? Come on.
Did you not hear me?
Man: Back! Back!
[Indistinct conversations]
Back up! Back up!
Out of the way! Make some room!
[Female reporter shouts indistinctly]
[Reporters shouting at once]
Andrew: No, uh, I don't know what she took.
It could've been anything, e-everything.
Okay, and who are you, exactly?
I'm her attorney.
Look, I-I-I need to be with her. Can... can I go with you guys?
I just...
Man: Get in the back.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Engine starts, ambulance doors close]
[Siren wailing]
Hildy: Cozy.
Terry: [Chuckles]
Whoa.
What happened in here?
Girl's a slob.
Probably never picked up anything in her entire life.
Oh. [Groans]
These are worth more than my mortgage payment.
[Shoe thuds]
[Chuckles]
Normandy had to deal with all this?
Well, her house, her rules, her hot bod.
Okay.
[Door squeaks]
[Camera shutter clicking]
This guy's medicine cabinet looks like it belongs to an old man.
Well, that's what Burnside said, right?
[Camera shutter clicks]
Uh, all prescribed by the team doctor.
Dr. Feel-Good.
Dr. Feel-Good-Enough-to-Play.
Mm.
Ooh. Question.
Mm-hmm?
Why would a star athlete in the prime of his life need beta blockers?
[Pills rattle]
Although, if this crazy chick were my girl, my blood pressure would spike, too.
Those the same doctor?
Uh, no. This one's Jack Kaplan.
Kaplan.
Okay.
Got it. Pacific Heights.
Ooh. Fancy.
Cardiologist. Stanford-educated.
Guy's the real deal.
Address? Number?
Yeah. Saved.
You good?
I'm good.
Hildy: Why was he taking a beta blocker?
I want to help, but I cannot disclose medical information without my patient's consent, which he cannot give me anymore.
All right, so as Normandy's primary physician, you were acting in his best interest, correct?
Yes, of course.
So, Dr. Kaplan, why stop there?
I would think he would expect you to cooperate with us.
This isn't a breach if you're presupposing Normandy's consent to solve this m*rder.
You're doing nothing wrong, sir.
[Sighs]
He came to me experiencing atrial fibrillation, specifically, a fast, irregular heartbeat.
I prescribed Atenolol to slow down the heart rate.
A.F. is a manageable condition if there are no complicating factors.
Like an aneurysm?
We saw the autopsy reports.
You knew about the aneurysm.
Of course.
It showed up in the echocardiogram.
I was monitoring it for... for any growth.
But early surgery d-doesn't bring long-term survival advantage.
Did you discuss his condition with the team doctor?
Normandy refused to let me. He... he didn't want anyone to know, not even his own family.
It wasn't a medical decision.
In your opinion, do you think Normandy put his life in jeopardy by playing football?
A cardiac event cannot be predicted.
Watchful waiting makes sense for the typical patient his age.
But Normandy wasn't typical. v*olence was his profession.
The risk was higher for him. Of course, as I fully informed him.
But patients have the right to make up their own minds.
The irony is, it... it wasn't the cardiac condition that k*lled him.
Just... a man with a g*n.
What a waste.
Why was Normandy willing to roll the dice like that?
Just for the money?
It's hard to give up that kind of stardom, you know?
Now who are you when you used to be Normandy Parker?
Yeah, making $14 mil a year on the field.
That'd be, what? Like, a hundred years for us?
No, 50, after he pays his taxes.
[Laughs]
Well, I guess he has a big nut to cover though, right?
I mean, between the wife and the house and the kids and his boys, his toys, his personal payroll.
Maybe he had to play.
We'll need a forensics accountant. Doctor what?
Adler. I'll call her.
All right. Then you two of you go relieve Molk and Navarro.
Too much close time together, they start to act like rats in a cage.
[Laughs] Yeah.
Yes, sir.
Terry. A minute?
Sure.
[Blinds clatter]
You and Hildy are my strongest team.
I can't have that jeopardized by pheromones.
Oh...
Don't interrupt me.
I'm talking to you as a friend here.
If there's something going on between the two of you, or about to go on... and I'm not asking for an answer... it stops now, or one of you needs to transfer out.
Uh, there's no departmental policy on this.
Yeah, well, there is in my command. I have the option.
Look, I-I can't have my detectives multitracking on the job.
You screw each other, you screw the work.
Am I being clear enough?
Yes, sir.
You know you're next in line for my desk, if and when I make a move, right?
What happens to Hildy then?
You have an ongoing relationship with a subordinate?
Or a bad history?
Either way, it's a mess.
All right, this has to go away now, Terry, or I'll let the two of you decide which one of you leaves the division.
[Sighs]
The job comes first while I'm in charge.
Work it out.
Are you finished, sir?
I'm not the problem.
There is no problem.
[Blinds rattle]
♪♪
Oh, "retirement's" a beautiful word.
You're depressing me, Molk.
Ah, nice.
Aw, man.
[Sighs deeply]
No, look, look. [Speaks indistinctly]
Mm-hmm?
No, what I'm saying is... is that as opposed to buying a bar or a business, what you do is you buy... buy the building that they're in, right?
Mm-hmm.
And then you lease it back to them.
Mm.
See what I'm saying? So then you get into real estate.
Now that's where you stretch your... [Fabric rustles] ...stretch your pension.
My p... 58's a long way off.
Used to be.
[Exhales sharply] Sometimes, I hate you, you know?
[Knock on window]
Yes!
Hey!
Terry: All right, what's going on?
Hello.
Fresh babysitters. Thank you!
Yeah.
[Terry laughs]
Stakeouts are a test of mental discipline.
Mm-hmm, and bladder control.
Smells ripe in here.
Navarro: Mm-hmm.
Has Billy budged?
Oh, sure, at, uh...
9:12, he came out to water the roses.
At 11:34, he carried out the trash.
At 2:10, he took grandma on a short postprandial walk...
Molk's word of the day.
You're welcome.
Any visitors?
Mnh-mnh. Grandma must not approve.
On the positive side, Molk's convinced me to dump my mutual funds and buy real estate.
Good.
I just said you should diversify.
You're not listening.
I know what you're saying.
Yeah, diversify my nuts, man.
[Keys jangle]
I am not interested in your nuts, man.
Car's around the corner.
All right. All right. Okay.
I wish you would listen to me.
Bye, guys.
I'm just talking about your...
Look, I mean, I have experiences...
Navarro: Later.
These are important decisions.
[Car door closes]
Bye. See ya.
What does "prandial" mean?
No clue.
Okay, why are you sharing this with me?
As an act of conscience.
[Scoffs]
You know, I'm hurt that you look surprised.
I am an officer of the court, same as you, Al.
It's the right thing to do.
You probably even know the young man's attorney in this case.
Yeah, as a matter of fact.
You don't need to show him the file.
Which is highly confidential and probably illegal.
Did you know that the attorney-client privilege is the oldest privilege recognized by Anglo-American jurisprudence?
16th century.
[Chuckles] Beautiful, isn't it?
Meaning that I could pass along a tip from a protected source... you.
Public records speak for themselves... once somebody knows where to look.
Wow. Office politics, man.
You people are brutal with each other.
Reardon doesn't deserve the job. This isn't personal.
Of course it isn't.
[Chuckles]
Do you care?
About your motives? No, not particularly.
Well, you did tell me to plan for my future.
Is this gonna help our case?
Yes.
So what'd Koto say?
Koto? When?
When he asked you to stay behind in his office, and you went in and closed the door.
[Laughs] Oh, my God.
That's such a tell when you do that head thing.
[Inhales deeply, exhales slowly] Uh... [Clears throat]
He said he thinks we've gotten, uh, personal.
How?
W-what did you say?
Nothin'.
Nothing?
You just sat there in dead silence?
Nothing. I mean, I listened to him.
I mean, he's a good cop. He's... he's observant.
Are we ready to... go public?
Koto won't let us work together like that.
What, he'd break up our partnership?
No, worse.
[Inhales deeply] He said that the two of us... [Clears throat] ...could not continue working Homicide if we're together and that, uh... one of us would have to transfer.
Wow. That's...
Yeah.
[Scoffs] overstepping.
Yeah, it doesn't matter, 'cause... he's above us in the chain of command and, uh, it's his decision, so...
All right. [Sighs]
So I guess we just... stay deep undercover, yeah?
Mnh-mnh. I wanna be a couple, baby, not a... [Sighs] couple of sneaks.
Mm.
Well, you know, you know you'd have to be the one to transfer, right? Not me.
Me?
I've worked my ass off to make Homicide, Terry.
I mean, I did, too.
Yeah, I know you did. But you're a guy. It's different.
You share the same hormones. You're welcome in any division.
You could do Vice. You could do Special Investigations.
So, okay, but I'm... I'm supposed to transfer down because you're a woman? Is that what you're saying?
You know it would be easier for you than for me.
I'm sorry. I mean, I wish it wasn't true.
Homicide's everything to me.
It's all I've ever wanted. It...
I l... I love this job.
[Sighs deeply] Me, too.
I know, but it's not just about career for me. I'm saying... it's who I am.
[Sighs]
It's who we both are.
[Terry sighs]
Where does that leave us?
Right now?
On a stakeout.
[Sighs deeply]
Woman over P.A.: Dr. Collins, dial 3-2-1-1. Dr. Collins, dial 3-2-1-1.
[Whispers] Hi, baby.
[Voice breaks] Hi, Daddy.
[Crying]
I'm here, Ally.
Daddy's here.
[Inhales sharply] I'm so sorry.
I'm so stupid.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.
[Inhales sharply]
[Whispers] No, no, don't even start that.
[Cries]
Baby, I'm just glad you're alive.
You hear me?
[Sniffles]
Baby, they're asking me... what you took.
I can't even remember.
How much you took.
Just... tell them it wasn't on purpose.
Okay.
[Inhales deeply]
You go back to sleep, baby.
I'm right here.
♪♪
I'm right here.
Let's not just run with the rumors, people.
Alicia is suffering from exhaustion and stress and grief.
And she's overworked herself with her tribute to Normandy, which is so important to her since the tragedy.
This is her last gift to him. She wants it to be perfect.
Now I don't need to tell you that she is a perfectionist.
It's not exhaustion.
Why do you lie like that?
Paul, not helping.
I'm her father.
Alicia is a drug addict and an alcoholic because of the losers like him living off her, who lie every time their lips move.
Isn't that right, Andy?
My daughter was strong and clean and healthy until Andy Lippman started pimping her out for publicity.
Isn't that right, Andy?
You made that happen, didn't ya?
Why don't you ask Mr. Barnes about the restraining order that Alicia filed against him? It's all public record.
You were supposed to protect her!
[Crowd shouting]
You made that happen!
[Crowd screaming]
Hey. Hey.
So Alicia OD'ed?
[Sighs]
su1c1de attempt? Writer's block? What do you think?
Yeah, I think you don't play well with others.
That's what I think. I mean, whatever happened to our sharing arrangement?
When are you gonna give me a tip, huh?
Okay, well, there's some buzz online that, you know, Alicia OD'ed out of guilt for her involvement in Normandy's m*rder.
All right, conspiracy theories don't qualify as tips.
Are you sure she had no connection with the m*rder*r at all?
SFPD does not comment on ongoing investigations.
Come on. "No comment" sounds so shady.
It just means you haven't cut her from your roster of suspects.
All right, don't be cute. It means no comment.
You know, unlike you, we're looking for facts...
[Elevator bell dings]
...not headlines.
You're worse than TV news, you know that?
Excuse me?
Hey, you should slow down and get it right, or you're just a joke with a pretty face, and I overestimated you.
[Pushes button]
Good advice... Jim.
Mr. Moss, how many times have you testified for the District Attorney's office?
This year?
Sure.
First time.
And how about last year?
Last year was a good year.
I was able to contribute to justice in three cases.
And how about the year before that?
Now I'm losing count.
Two or three?
So in the last three years, you've been a confidential informant for the D.A.'s office in at least six, possibly seven cases that have gone to court, right?
Yes, ma'am.
Six or possibly seven total strangers felt compelled to confess to you behind bars without you ever asking a word?
People like to talk to me. I'm a good listener.
You know how to extract information, don't you?
Obviously.
In exchange for valuable consideration by the D.A.'s office at your future sentencing, right?
What?
If you help the prosecution, then the prosecution helps you.
Is that your understanding?
Well, yeah, because what's right is right, and what's wrong is... you know, wrong.
That's what I believe, same as the D.A.
Your Honor, move to strike the witness' testimony in its entirety as a blatant violation of the defendant's Sixth Amendment right to remain silent and have counsel present during questioning, compounded with the appearance of gross misconduct by the D.A.'s office.
Your Honor, Your Honor, unfounded allegation...
Mr. Reardon!
...in open court like...
The less you say in support of your witness, the better, before we get to the point where I have to decide whether you're dishonest or just thick.
[Chuckles softly]
Now I am inclined to strike the testimony, but I strongly suspect that the jury can deal with it properly per my instructions.
You may step down, Mr. Moss.
W-what'd I do?
You answered truthfully. Thank you.
♪♪
[Whispers] Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Martin: Your Honor, may I approach the bench?
[Woman shouts indistinctly]
See you next week. Huh?
[Door creaks]
What up, boy?
Hey.
Here you go.
What's up?
[Speaks indistinctly]
All right, man, you up now.
Billy, Billy, Billy.
My man Hal. You can take one?
Be my guest, sir.
[Sighs]
One of them days, huh?
Man, you won't believe.
Oh, not too tight, man. Not too tight.
Hey, hey, it's over now, crybaby.
[Both laugh]
How's Rainelle, Billy?
[Sighs]
She's keeping me on my knees.
She's God-fearing, that's for sure.
[Combs clink]
How about you? You okay?
It's like I'm in solitary. You know what I mean?
Nobody wants their name logged on some damn police report.
They watching you?
Please believe.
Yo.
Oh.
Hang in there, man.
Thanks, man.
I mean, out here, I don't mind people knowing me.
But I am the most hated man from west to east for a whole lot of fools.
It's like, you got popped, you gotta be guilty, you know?
I hear ya.
Not much I can do for your look, though.
You can just shave it off.
Huh. That'll make Rainelle happy.
[Exhales]
You know she likes it clean.
Uh-huh. It's true what they say about you and her, back in the day?
[Laughs] Come on now.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Don't do that. Don't do that.
All right. [Laughs]
[Laughs] Me and her... we too old to remember that far back anyhow.
[Laughter, indistinct conversations]
Hey, Hal, you, um... think I could maybe use your car for, like, an hour, after you finish me up?
Sure thing.
Back door. He's moving south out of the alley. Pick me up.
[Man shouting indistinctly]
[Shifts gears, turns off engine]
♪♪
You think it's a meet?
Well, he ain't here for fresh air and exercise.
[Window whirs]
[Lowered voice] No, let's just hold back, okay?
Mm-hmm.
[Indistinct conversations]
We can't follow him in there.
How long are we gonna wait?
[Two g*nshots]
[Women scream]
[Dog barking in distance]
[Woman screaming]
Wait, wait, wait!
Go around, go around.
♪♪
Did you see the sh**t?
No. You?
I was 20 seconds away.
[Panting]
He must've been on a bike.
[Holsters g*n] Ugh.
This had to be a set-up.
Right. I'm gonna call it in.
[Keypad beeps]
[Exhales] You could've just stayed in jail.
There's no wallet, no phone. It could be a robbery.
Except the victim let the sh**t get in good and close from the powder burns.
So you think he knew him?
It's a reasonable assumption. There's no defensive wounds.
I also think that the sh**t... and this is just my preliminary observation now.
Okay.
But from the angle of entry and exit wounds, the sh**t was of a certain height and most likely male.
All right. Thanks.
Terry.
[Clears throat] Sir.
How did this happen?
Uh, to be honest, I-I don't know.
We, uh, we were forced to fall back.
Our prime suspect gets himself k*lled while we're tailing him?
Yes, sir.
[Scoffs] What a shitshow.
[Exhales sharply]
Do you have a theory?
Uh, well, at this point, we think he was laid out by the same cat that hired him to k*ll Normandy Parker.
Um... other than that, I...
Oh, okay. Thanks for that insight, Inspector.
Lieutenant.
We need to notify the next of kin before they see it on the news.
Excuse me.
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Lowered voice] Thank you.
[Indistinct conversations, camera shutter clicking]
I hate this part.
Yeah. Every time.
You good?
Yeah.
[Dog barks]
[Gate squeaks]
First Normandy, now Billy. [Chuckles]
My two boys.
They were like sons to me.
Ms. James, do you recall, uh...
Billy saying he was going to visit anyone?
Going to meet up with anyone?
Did he suffer?
You can tell me that much.
No, ma'am.
It was instant.
You made him a target, the police, with false accusations.
He was the easiest answer you had, and you were wrong.
Ma'am, any information that you may have could possibly help us figure out who m*rder*d him.
[Chuckles] Well, look in the mirror.
That's who k*lled Billy.
He'd still be alive if it wasn't for y'all.
So you can get up off my couch and walk yourselves out my front door.
Well, if anything should occur to you, you know where you can find us.
[Chuckles] Like your black skin makes us family.
Well, it doesn't.
Don't litter my table up with your mess. Take it with you. I don't want it.
[Telephone rings]
People already hearing the news.
[Ring]
We're very sorry for your loss, ma'am.
God's gain.
[Ringing continues]
Would you, uh... mind closing the blinds on your way out so...
[Voice breaks] so people won't see me like this?
Of course.
[Blinds rattle]
[Footsteps depart, door closes]
[Inhales sharply]
Hey, Cass, uh... it's me. Just got home.
Just wanted to say I miss you.
[Knocks on door]
I'm gonna call back.
[Dog barking in distance, phone beeps]
[Sighs]
Who is it?
It's Martin.
[Sighs heavily]
[Sighs]
You know what? I tried to warn you, Marty.
I'm sorry you didn't listen.
[Door closes]
You know, I came by to tell you I know what you did, Mario.
I know you leaked the file to the defense.
I know you did.
[Decanter clatters]
Are you out of your mind?
It's the only way she could've known! It's the only way!
I would never damage the office like that.
I've devoted my life to that office.
I told you this thing was discoverable.
And if you hadn't been...
You're a liar!
You're lying, just like you lied about how you k*lled that nurse.
Mm-hmm. I saw how much you were drinking that night. I saw it!
Marty...
Don't touch me!
You know, you're never gonna be a leader...
[Exhales deeply]
...if you underestimate your enemies and undervalue your allies.
I don't benefit from your failure, Marty.
I handpicked you.
I believed in you.
I still do.
[Sighs]
Marty, mistakes get made.
True, you are gonna lose this case...
[Exhales deeply]
But you will survive.
Go home.
Take a shower.
Get naked with your wife.
Okay?
No apologies needed.
You have a good night now.
[Door closes]
[Mouth full] 100%. 100%.
Well, you have to meet her.
That's okay, sweetie. I got it. I know you have homework.
Homework? In the summertime? Mnh-mnh.
It's an enrichment program.
What? That is not cool.
I hated doing homework when I came up.
See? He gets it.
Thanks, Terry.
Night, Lou.
Night!
I'm screwed once she's a teenager.
[Inhales deeply]
Mm-hmm.
I'm putting in for a transfer.
What?
Yeah. I figured Special Investigations...
No. Terry.
No, you had a good idea.
Stop, okay? I can't let you.
I love you for offering. I do. But we can't do this.
Yes, we can. We can, all right?
We talked about how we could make it work.
Yeah, and we've been fighting and it's been weird ever since.
That's why I'm giving in.
I can't let you, okay? I just... we can't do it, not like this.
Look, I was thinking about what you said, and you were right.
It is easier, much easier for me to make the change, so I'm gonna do it.
[Sighs deeply]
We're great partners.
Mm-hmm.
We make each other better cops.
Mm-hmm.
But if one of us has to burn down a career, a year from now, we're not gonna be partners, we're not gonna be lovers.
We're not even gonna be friends.
Whoa. Slow down. Slow down.
That's... that's bleak.
Well, I'd rather have two out of three than nothing at all.
Well, what if we could have three out of three?
Sure, of course. But if we don't want what's best for each other, then what's the point?
I mean, do you really wanna do Special Investigations?
No, but I'm willing. I'm willing to try.
Okay, but that's too much pressure on me.
[Inhales and exhales deeply]
If you transfer, everybody's gonna think it's because of the sh**ting.
It's not gonna be good for the department.
[Sets down glass]
So then we're stuck, 'cause we can't move forward and I guess we can't go back.
[Sighs deeply]
I mean, I think we just have to be... grownups.
♪♪
What is that? Being sensible but sad?
Come on. Admit it.
Aren't you a little relieved?
We didn't become cops because we're scared of the truth.
♪♪
You know, these dishes aren't gonna do themselves.
No, it's fine. I got it.
You can go home.
♪♪
[Door closes]