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Previously on "Reef Break"...

FBI. She's with me.

A little like the old days?

Minus the part where you
were pretending to be a crook

and me actually being one.

I'm never gonna change, you know?

That's why it didn't work.

This is not as casual

- as we keep saying it is.
- Maybe.

- Your boyfriend's a cop, right?
- Wyatt is not my boyfriend.

We are friends with benefits.

Isn't Petra Torrance your protégée?

She lives in your house.

Oh, that's my house, actually.

Not anymore.

Nice weight distribution.

But your stance is a
little bit wide, Cat.

Oh, well, thank you for
the unsolicited critique.

I'm sorry... is there
something I can do for you?

Betty Ann Miller.

Uh, okay.

And it's more of what can I do for
you, Miss Chambers.

Have a seat.

Oh, for what? Story time?

Call it whatever you want, dear.

I'm an insurance representative
for the Hohenzollern family.

Oh, the Hohenzollern family.

That's... well,

your appearance here and the crochet,

it all... makes perfect sense now.

The Hohenzollerns are one of the oldest

and most infamous families in Germany.

Recently, $8.2 million worth of jewels

have been stolen from their castle.

Well, that's a solid opener.

And you're here because...

Your reputation precedes you.

Somehow,
the jewels have found their way

- here to the Reef.
- Really?

For a 10% finder's fee,

I want you to steal them back for me.

Make it 20%,

and I'll listen to the
rest of your story.

Denian, you in here?

Jones, you made it.

Now, this is Dr. Jacoby...

the buyer I told you about.

So, these millions of
dollars' worth of jewels.

I'm supposed to get them how, exactly?

Even as we speak,

a Russian operative named Jones,

the man who stole those jewels,

is selling them to a
very wealthy businessman

who is, in fact,
an undercover FBI agent.

Uh-huh.

Last person that stared at me that long

asked me to marry him.

Once the jewels have been seized,

they'll be bagged and tagged,

at your local Reef police
department's evidence lockup.

I like this guy.

Now, how about we take a look at

what I came here to see?

And you will extract them from there.

Alright. Why me?

There's plenty of thieves
and vagabonds on the Reef.

Yes, but none of them have
your particular set of skills.

Well, I am a pretty good safecracker,

if I do say so myself.

I meant playing both the RPD detective

and your local FBI agent.

You're talking about my love life.

Pretty skilled at that,
too, although I am

only sleeping with one of them.

And what is to stop me

from telling both of them
about this conversation?

$1.6 million

and your complete lack of conscience.

Wow... Crochets by day,

double-crosses by night.

You're redefining the
middle-aged modern woman.

Where's the sapphire?

We settle on a price for these first.

Not until I see the ring.

Now, how does 30% sound?

Strange,

considering typically, I have to haggle

just to get 20.

I'm not the kind of guy
that likes to screw around.

I believe in a fair
price for a fair product.

You don't look so good.

You sure you're alright there, Denian?

Just the heat.

I prefer less tropical destinations.

Hmm.

You wearing a wire?

Go, go, go!

Police! Put your weapons down!

Wyatt! Heart attack!

S.W.A.T.
requesting ambulance at location.

He's gone.

How well did you know Denian?

Never met the two-faced bastard before.

Don't much care he's dead.

Who hired you to steal the jewels?

Steal?

I found them in the park, mate.

So how'd you and Denian connect, then?

Never did before today.

The meet was brokered by a, uh...

A broad, I was gonna say.

Like bloody Frank Sinatra.

You got a name?

- A description?
- Never met her.

So why'd you call her that, then?

A broad?

Spoke to her on the phone,
mate, that one time.

Something about her voice

reeked of gin martinis
and menthol cigarettes.

Hey.

Why'd you go so easy on him?

I believe him.

You know who he's talking
about, don't you?

Uh, give me an hour.

I want to run down a hunch.

Fine by me.

Hey, Cat.

Hey.

I got a call this morning
from Jay-Row Wetsuits.

They've offered me to compete
in the Honalua Classic.

Wow! Honalua!

That's a regional PSA event.

You're not even on the tour.

Yeah, well, Lacey Rodes is out injured,

so it opened up a second wildcard slot.

This is my big break.

But they don't pay for flights

or accommodation or anything,

so do you think I could
get a loan from you?

You're not ready.

Wow.

Listen, if you want a career,

you do what the best do, okay?

You work your way through the juniors,

you qualify on points.

You let the sponsors fight over you.

Yeah, but if I win Honalua,
I qualify automatically.

You're not gonna win Honalua.

You're not even gonna make
it through the first heat.

They called me, Cat.

- They saw me compete at the Empire Pro.
- Yes!

But you're not ready, okay?

The wetsuit company
wants to make money.

They're not paying your
flight or accommodation.

It... You're not ready.

Are you jealous?

You know, maybe I am jealous.

Maybe I wish I could go back

and do it the right way myself

and I'd have a different career.

So, learn from my mistakes.

Here's my advice...

Work hard, qualify on points.

So, you're not gonna give me the loan?

No, I'm not gonna loan you the money.

I'm giving you the right advice
here, Petra!

Betty Ann Miller.

Not even a "Hello."

Oh, right. Hello.
You look lovely today.

I especially like your hair,

and that purple dress is my favorite.

Better?

Back to Betty.

Middle-aged, hair that doesn't move,

she crochets.

She's kind of got a...

"Stepford Wives" meets "Goodfellas"

in a pistachio-green
pantsuit kind of vibe.

Says she's an insurance agent.

You know her?

That woman's called herself a lot of

things over the years...

insurance agent, energy consultant,

cultural attaché.

She's CIA, right?

She's been off and on
the Reef for years,

has a way of getting
exactly what she wants.

- Like you.
- Interesting.

What are you doing with her, Cat?

I'm not...

Oh.

- Hey, sis.
- Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

So, I guess I'll just, um...

leave you two to it.

Uh...

You've been avoiding me.

Listen, our little rendezvous
in the bathroom, it was...

I mean, it was really
hot, but, you know,

that's all it was...
sex in a bathroom stall.

That's all I can offer right
now, like I said,

- I'm... I'm busy.
- Right.

Well, barring a reenactment,

would it hurt to have an adult
conversation every now and again?

Conversation is overrated.

You seem kind of tired. What's up?

Thank you. I was up all night
working a case with Jake.

- What kind of case?
- International smuggling.

International smuggling?

What, like crocodiles
and baby panda bears?

No, come on. It's much cooler.

It's a sapphire... as big as the Ritz.

Really?

Well, that is fantastic.

- What is?
- Oh, I don't know...

just that you and Jake
are working together,

like, getting along,
not fighting about... me.

Whoop! Look at the time.
Have a good night.

I will call you.

- I wasn't...
- I will call you, I promise.

- Yeah, but I'm not...
- I promise.

I wasn't done.

Hello?

I take offense that you would ask

the Lieutenant Governor about me

rather than just asking me
yourself, dear.

Well, relax, Big Brother.

I'm all-in.

Good.

Meet me at Goldmere Beach in an hour.

Seems we have a bit of a ticking clock.

Your boyfriend's bosses
over at the police station

want those jewels off this island ASAP

before somebody tries to steal them.

Yeah, I can't imagine why.

Hm.

Means the goods will be
transferred to Munich

sooner than I expected.

You have 48 hours before
those jewels say bye-bye.

Who's that, the broad?

Yep.

Maeve Devlin. Old-school fence.

Always liked the high-end stuff.

Yeah, well, from her file,

looks like she stopped
being relevant back when...

Well, back when you still were.

You mean back in the day

when it was just Cat and I and no you?

Oof.

Moving on.

I think we should
drop in on this Maeve.

Well, that's the idea.

But first, I checked
Jones's cellphone records

against Maeve's.

- Three calls this week.
- Yep.

And while I was doing that,
what exactly were you doing?

I was with my sister.

Oh.

You should've said.

How is Ana?

You just said "Ana"

instead of "Lieutenant Governor."

Maybe I'm a better detective
than you give me credit for.

So, what exactly are your
intentions with my sister?

You don't really expect me
to answer that, now, do you?

Yeah, good point.

Uh, Detective Cole?

Got a Cat Chambers up
front asking for you.

Oh, that's okay. You can send her back.

I can't.

She's in handcuffs.

Come on.

Jake!

If you two move in and
get bunk beds together,

I'm officially leaving the Reef.

Well, it doesn't look like
you're doing much of anything

right now.

Oh, you think this is funny?

Well, kind of. What'd you do, anyway?

I ran a stop sign.

You don't get arrested for that.

Uh, well, you do

if you rip up the, uh, officer's ticket

and throw it in his face.

That stop sign was
not there a week ago.

Look, just pay the
disorderly conduct summons

and you can leave, okay?

Got 500 bucks I can borrow?

Well, I got, uh...

Ooh.

$12.

Listen, there's an ATM a
couple blocks away, okay?

So could you hurry up?

Because these cuffs
are starting to hurt,

and not in a good way.

Well, maybe we should give
her some time to cool off.

What do you think,
Special Agent Elliot?

I heard criminals can
find a degree of solace

in the peace and quiet of a jail cell.

Wise.

Wow. I expected this from him,

but I didn't expect it from you.

Hey, uh, take her to the
downstairs lockup, officer.

- It's a lot quieter down there.
- Are you kidding me?

I am starving.

You want to get a bite to eat?

You know what?
I do feel kind of peckish.

You got to be kidding me.

You both suck!

Uh, what are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

- Nothing.
- Nothing, huh?

Never heard them described that way.

Let's go.

Bartender,
I'm gonna need another martini.

You better get one

for Special Agent Elliot, too.

Good to see you, too, Maeve.

Mm-hmm.

- Now, this is Detective...
- Detective Cole.

Always know your competition.

Right back at you.

So, what do you two
fellas need with me?

You know him.

Is that supposed to be a question?

Oh, not when we have
his sworn testimony

and both of your cellphone records.

Ah, this younger generation.

They can't get to the corner
without getting pinched.

So, who did you bust along with him?

Okay, I'll play along.

Paul Denian.

How's the old fool doing?

Well, he stopped getting
older, for one thing.

Heart attack.

So his ticker finally gave out.

So, Denian was working for you?

Busted him on a penny stock
scheme a few weeks ago.

Was looking to work off his charges.

Creative, but lousy at
math, that one was.

So, we got one in the morgue

and, uh, one in jail,

so I'm not sure what you need from me.

Well, Jones is just a worker bee.

- We're after the Queen.
- Okay.

So I got one in the favor bank.

Let's just say I made
some introductions.

And?

Jones got himself into some trouble

a couple of years back in Moscow.

Would've found himself in
Siberia without a coat,

except he had a friend
with access to the Kremlin.

What kind of friend?

The kind that was born in St.
Petersburg, Florida,

not St. Petersburg, Russia.

Fine's been paid. You're free to go.

Well, it's about time.

So, who paid it?

Jake or Wyatt?

One more guess.

Looks like I owe you 500 bucks.

- Consider it payment.
- For what?

The answers you're about to give me,

starting with how you managed
to get yourself locked in jail.

Oh, that's gonna cost
you more than 500 bucks.

First, you ask me about Betty,

then you get yourself
thrown in jail deliberately.

- What's going on, Cat?
- Nothing is going on.

I ran a stop sign. That's it.

You really don't want to tell me?

Hey, thank you for bailing me out.

I owe you one!

Oh, hey.

You know...

if you want to do a frontside 180...

- Step aside.
- No, really, it's...

Watch and learn.

Watch the master at work here.

So...

Here's the deal.

You want to land it?

Slide your front foot forward,

keep your weight over
the top of the board.

- You're welcome.
- Thank you!

What the hell is that?

What is this?

Are you dealing?

You wouldn't give me the money.

Besides, it's only Adderall.

- They sell it in school like Skittles.
- Really?

Well, let me tell you something.

If you get busted... and you will...

they will charge you for
each individual pill,

intent to distribute.

You go to jail.

You're just trying to scare me.

- I can take care of myself.
- Let me ask you something.

Where are you hiding
these little pills?

My boathouse?

My property?

Do you understand what that does?

What position that puts me in?

I have spent my whole
life staying out of jail.

I sure as hell don't
intend to go to jail

'cause you're an idiot.

Well, that's okay. I didn't ask you to.

Thank you.

Whoa. Well, hey, there, Betty.

Just... you know, feel free.
Make yourself at home.

Where do you keep the Himalayan salt?

Oh, you know, over here,

right next to the arsenic,
but choose wisely,

because they're in the exact same jar.

Nice work at the precinct today.

Way to work your detective/lover.

I'm impressed that you're impressed.

But could you please
not call him my lover?

Red or white?

- So, what'd you find?
- Okay, well, the evidence is kept

in a vault in the basement,
which I could probably...

No, I could definitely break into it

if... I can get past
the security cameras.

Well, maybe these blueprints will help.

Wow. How'd...

I have my ways.

Alright.

This right here is a problem.

- Mm-hmm.
- The desk sergeant.

So you just need someone to
run interference for you.

Well, yeah.

I mean, that would be great.

- Who is that?
- Your interference.

Oh, hi.

Wow!

I love what I did with the place.

But you know what?

I think we need to
focus a little bit more

on this mess.

- Are you kidding me?
- Don't worry.

Tori's here to help.

Deputy Chief of
Station Betty Ann Miller,

American Embassy, Moscow.

So, Jones was Betty's asset.

How's Maeve fit into all this?

Doing what she does best...

coordinated the buyer,

then profited from both sides.

Says here that Betty
was recently in Munich.

Oh, well, that makes sense.

- Setting up the score.
- Yeah.

And the CIA, they have some history

in running guns and
drugs to fund black ops.

Stolen jewels just
seems a safer way to go.

Right.

So, how do we track a spy
who doesn't want to be found?

Old-fashioned trade craft.

Shake the bushes,
hit up the street cops,

pass the photo around.

If someone's seen her, they'll talk.

So, let's go find
this Betty Ann Miller.

Okay, that's your way in right there.

Alright, but look at this.

That tunnel does not show up
on any of these new prints.

Oh, right.

Looky here.

Okay, see?

It goes all the way
up and into the RPD.

During the war,

resistance members used to sneak in

and steal the Japanese weapons.

That's incredible.

So, how do I come into all of this?

Alright, so,
right here is a secret tunnel

that goes all the way under

and into the police department.

Mmm, no.

No. No way. I don't do tunnels.

Oh, I'm not even gonna touch that.

- Alright, so, look, right in here.
- Mm-hmm.

In the hallway, cameras, right?

No blind spots... none.

Which means I'm completely exposed.

So we need someone to
distract the desk sergeant

while I'm down there

until I can get in and I can get out.

Okay. It all makes sense now.

Who better to bewitch
an alpha police officer

than the princess of
Reef Island herself?

Excuse me.

Can I help you with something?

Hmm.

Now what's got you all wound up?

I, um...

I-I lost my dog.

What do you want me to do about it?

I don't know... speak to a detective?

Isn't... Isn't that what they do?

Find missing dogs?

People.

They find missing people.

- Or dead ones.
- Okay,

well, what about a dead dog?

What if my dead dog is missing?

Look, ma'am, go to the ASPCA.

Or post some pictures on Instagram.

Worked for my kid
when he lost his bike.

Did I say "dog"?

I meant a cat.

Which is it?

- Did it go "woof" or "meow"?
- Both.

The... The... The cat ran out first

because the... the damn
dog was chasing it.

Just a typical day at my house.

Now, hold on!

This is a dangerous island for a cat.

Wolves, raccoons, mongooses.

You better get a description out

of the little fellow right away.

We can put it on the radio.

Wait, um...

my cat has leukemia.

Stage five.

Yes.

Ah, the double-crossing CIA agent.

Isn't that a bit of a cliché?

Can we bypass the witty repartee?

It's fun and new for me,

but it's a trifle bit exhausting.

Jewels, please.

How did you...

You know,
if you pull the trigger on that,

every cop in this place
will be all over you...

I didn't hear a thing. Did you?

Nope. Guess maybe not.

Tori Eastland,

she's watching every camera
in this joint, so you...

Jamming device.

Bought me 60 seconds.

Which is about all I need.

Ring, too, sweetheart.

Wow, you're a real mercenary.

But a rich one.

You know, it's nice to see

that you haven't lost your touch.

Hey, listen, I know,

a cold-blooded killer when I see one,

and you are not it.

You know what, dear?

You're absolutely...

correct.

No, no, no! No, no!

I knew you were bluffing!

Calling to ream me out some more?

- No, thank you.
- Petra, listen to me.

Don't hang up, okay?

Don't hang up. Don't hang up.

I... Do you want to learn
how to break into a vault?

Is that a trick question?

Go to the beach house, okay?

Under the sink in the kitchen

are a whole bunch of lockpick kits.

This is the house that you accused me

of stashing my drug empire in.

I happen to be locked inside a vault,

and I can't breathe.

So could we fight about this later?

So, jail time for me
is a small price to pay

to secure your freedom?

You do see, like,
the irony here, right?

And I would be happy to
discuss that with you

once I'm out of the vault.

What's in it for me, again?

More money than you will
ever make dealing drugs.

How about that?

Deal. Where's the vault?

Nothing yet.

It would be a lot easier
if you had a photo.

- Oh, my God.
- What's wrong?

Hey, hey, Petra.

Hey, I'm here.

Like, outside the door?

Yeah. Okay, well, it's about time.

I just...

This absolutely does not give you

any kind of license

at all to break and enter

except for this one time.

- Understood?
- Yep, loud and clear.

His little paws and whiskers
out there all alone...

I want you to open the kit.

- It'll be okay, sweetheart.
- What... What... What was that?

Did you drop it?

Are you kidding me?

- I can still leave, remember?
- I'm sorry.

So some support would be nice.
Thank you.

- I'm fine.
- Okay. Sorry.

Now, I want you to slide
the tension wrench right...

Which one is that?

It's... It's the one that
looks like the letter "S."

Now, I want you to
push the rake pick...

it's got the squiggly lines...

all the way in, as well.

Oh, crap.

Oh, crap, what, Petra?

How can a steel pin break in two?

Please don't tell me

you broke the wrench
off inside the lock.

Oh, well.

Oh, you know what? That's not funny.

That's not funny at all.

No, stop.

- Whooooooa.
- No, no, no, no.

- We got to get out of here.
- Oh, and this one here,

is called Scratchy because
she's got these, like, paws...

Oh, my goodness!

Wow, I just realized they're not lost.

I just... left them at the groomer's.

I-I'm so embarrassed.

Wow.

You guys have been...

such a rock for me in my time of need.

Thank you.

So, Betty Ann Miller.

Can you tell us what
you remember about her?

Oh, she was a straight 10, dude.

- Say what?
- Oh.

Not like that.

That's what we call a great tipper.

Oh, right.

Well, besides that,

did you notice anything else about her?

Uh...

She kept her room clean.

Uh... drank diet soda.

That's fantastic.

You've been a real help, Nate.

Come on, Nate, think.

Sorry, man.
She's just like a regular tourist...

here to see the sights and surf.

Whoa. Hang on, hang on, hang on.

She surfed?

She must have.

Never seen someone check
out the tide so much.

At what spot?

Going on a trip?

Oh.

How did you find me?

Well...

After I broke out of the
vault, you mean?

I knew that you weren't
going to play your true hand

until the very end, so...

you know, I made preparations.

- Mm.
- It's called a LoJack Bluetooth.

Look, there we are,
right here on the beach.

A LoJack, huh?

Good for you.

This little spot right here,

this used to be the drop-off point

for contraband and guns

during the '80s.

Life was a bit simpler then, Cat.

The decade that gave us crack cocaine

and John Hughes.

What are you doing here, Betty?

This is my last rendezvous.

Mm-hmm.

I made a deal with some oligarchs.

They owe me a favor.

And in return, I get safe passage

to a very glamorous

but undisclosed country
of our choosing.

If I'm gonna be forced into retirement,

I'm gonna do it on my own terms.

Good for you.

So, the CIA is putting
you out to pasture, huh?

After a long, storied career

- of loyalty and bravery...
- Mm.

...I would have to say I
think that really sucks.

I have great admiration for you.

You've got a very good
head on those shoulders.

Likewise.

No one's given me a run
for my money like you did

in a very long time.

You should go.

Oh, no, I'm not leaving,

- without my 30%.
- 20%.

30% after what you put me through.

Cat, I'm a woman of my word.

I'll wire you the money in two days.

But right now, you need to go.

Uh... shoot. What...

Are these guys with you?

Well, if it isn't the devil in Dolce.

What, did you bring your
daddy's security guards?

What, are you gonna
make a citizen's arrest?

Won't have to.

By the time the police show up,

they'll find the both of you shot dead,

having turned on each other

after stealing the jewels from lockup.

Revenge is frickin' awesome.

You're double-crossing me?

Cat Chambers stole my house from me.

I'm sure as hell not letting her

walk away with those jewels, too.

Jewels, please.

Thank you.

As good as these
jewels feel in my hand,

it feels so much better

knowing that I outsmarted
the Cat Chambers.

- Hands up!
- Or not.

Officers, we caught these
two trying to escape.

Stand down. Turner?

Put 'em where I can see 'em.

I'm not putting my hands up, Wyatt!

Officer, cuffs.

You're gonna cuff me?

Wyatt.

Oh, here we go again.

Do you mind getting my suitcase?

Thank you.

You're here. Hi.

The Governor has decided
not to file any charges.

Ah. Told you.

And he would like to
thank you for your help

in setting up this
successful sting operation...

with the cooperation of the
RPD, of course.

Of course.

I set up a successful sting operation

with the cooperation of the RPD.

So could we take these off now?

You can take them off.

The Governor also wants
you to work with the RPD

on tightening up their vault security.

- Oh, really?
- Immediately.

That's all.

So, Fallujah, '03.

That was you, too.

The air is so dry there.

Everything chafes.

Tell me about it.

I just got a call from D.C.
ordering me to cut you loose.

- Ah.
- Apparently, this was all

an op of some kind,

way above my pay grade,

and for once,
I'd prefer to keep it that way.

Oh.

You have changed.

Don't worry. Your time will come, too.

Maybe it already has.

Not with her around.

She keeps you on your toes.

Look at you.

You're a hero all over again.

You're not doing too bad yourself.

And you get to walk out
of here a free woman.

But I didn't get what I came for.

- You still got your pension.
- Ha!

As hard as I've worked for Uncle Sam,

you'd think they owe me something more.

So, where to now?

Where every retired CIA agent goes.

Cable news.

Hm.

I wouldn't let that one get away.

Which one?

Either.

Both.

I think you know.

See you down the road, Betty.

What?

You're beautiful.

- You're drunk.
- I'm happy.

Ah, maybe a little drunk.

Hey, um...

let's stop hiding.

Let's tell the world
that we're together.

You think so?

What's stopping us?

Your past.

My future.

You're saying no?

I'm saying why now?

We're doing pretty well
with our own little secret.

Are you saying you're
ashamed to be with me?

- Is this a lost cause?
- Yeah.

No.

Of course not. That's silly.

Then why not now?

The Governor won't like it,

the FBI will put you on the hot seat.

Then we'll move.

You'll run for office somewhere,

and I'll put in for a transfer.

The FBI have offices everywhere.

Hmm. Now I know you're not serious.

I can't just move.

And you don't want to leave.
You love the Reef.

Try me.

Picture this. Close your eyes.

Go on.

Close your eyes.

We're out having
dinner at a restaurant,

just like regular people.

Taking a walk on the beach.

Dodging raindrops. Going for coffee.

I mean...

don't you want that?

No second thoughts, nothing or...

no one holding you back?

You're sure you're ready?

Absolutely.

Can I think about it?

So long as you say yes.

Jake!

Be serious.

This is what I want.

So do.

Think about it.

Just don't take too long.

Ha!

Hey.

You know something?

I'm really glad you came back.

Thanks.

You really don't think I'm
ready for that tournament?

No, I really don't think you're
ready for that tournament.

Look.

If you want to be the best,
you got to put in the work.

You've got to focus.

You can't be getting
distracted by dealing drugs

and getting into trouble, you know?

To be the best,
you have to put in the work.

Nothing's changed.

I'm still gonna keep the drugs here,

and I'm going to sell them.

No, you're not.

See, I, um...

I flushed them all down the toilet.

I should've left you in that vault!

Ha!

Oh... my goodness.

- Hi.
- Hey.

You should, uh...

you should really
lock your patio doors.

You should, uh, really not just

enter people's houses

without permission.

Isn't that called "unlawful entry"?

Oh, you should call the cops.

What are you doing here?

I'm here

because we need to have
that adult conversation.

- Do we?
- Mm-hmm.

Do we really need to have

- an adult conversation?
- Oh, yeah.

See, I-I don't think we need to have

an adult conversation.

We need to do this.

Mm.

Mm.

- Mm, Cat.
- Mm-hmm?

Cat, wait. Cat, wait.

Wait, wait. Wait, wait.

Oh! You're no fun.

I'm not looking for fun.

I'm here 'cause I want to be with you.

Really?

We're from totally different
worlds, Wyatt.

It would never work in the long term.

I've been there.

Trust me when I say I know.

Okay.

How about this?

I'm not going anywhere.

It's gonna take some time
for you to come around to that,

but... I'll wait.

I'm not Jake.

I'm not that kind of cop,

and I'm not that kind of man.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

"Just between us girls."

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