All language subtitles for Rookie Blue S02E12 On The Double-eng

(siren wailing in distance)

(man) ♪ You and me,
we're not the same ♪

- What are you doing?
- (Andy) Putting on my shirt.

Ah. I wouldn't have
made you for shy.

I'm not being shy.
I'm just... you know...

Wire's off.
Camera's off, Andy.

Prove it.

Happy?

(giggles) Very.

Grapefruit or cranberry?

Orange.

Grapefruit.

I'm never doing this again.

I think you said that the last time.

Hey, you're the one that called me.
I don't even have your number.

Too risky, all right?

The less you know about
what I'm doing, the better.

I don't even know anything.

I mean, other than the fact
that you hang out in dive bars

and flash cash, make friends
with Jamie Brennan.

Hey, that guy is no joke.
Forget you ever met that guy.

Okay. I don't need
to know anything.

You know, unlike Sam,
J.D. is a perfect gentleman.

- Brings me juice to bed...
- Mm-hmm.

holds my hand,
and he actually calls me.

Well, J.D.'s an open book.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

What do you wanna know?

Favorite ice cream.

- What?
- What?

That's your first question?
I'm a badass drug smuggler,

and that's what you wanna know?

What? Everybody likes ice cream.
Everyone has a favorite.

- Okay, pistachio.
- Except for that.

- No one chooses pistachio, ever.
- Yes.

J.D. was 6 years old.

He went to visit his father
in Maplehurst Penitentiary.

It was the first time he ever met the guy,
so he was a little nervous.

But when he got in there,

his dad gave him
a pint of pistachio ice cream.

They ate it together,
and he wasn't so nervous anymore.

♪ La-la, la-la, la-la,
la-la-la ♪

♪ There's something
to consider ♪

♪ When you come for dinner
at my place ♪

(grunting)

(exhales deeply)

You, uh, you all right?

(exhaling) Fine.

And does your physio know
you're lifting this much weight?

I mean, you're supposed
to be strengthening your back,

not injuring it again.

Ohh!

I'm sorry, man.
I'm sorry, man.

It was my bad. I should've had that.
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Wicked plan, though.

W-What do you mean?

Give your buddy faulty barbells,

weight slips, bam.
Ex-buddy killed instantly.

W-Wait. You--
You know I would never...

I'm kidding.

- I mean, you gotta know--
- It's a bad joke. I'm sorry.

Look, Chris,

I really screwed things up with Gail.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Now, don't--

- Look, it is what it is.
- Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

(laughs)

(sighs) Feels good
to be back to normal.

Got that right, brother.

"Brother"?
You sound just like Oliver.

Next thing I know, you're gonna
be asking me to buy you lunch.

(imitating Oliver)
Nice! If I want your opinion, Diaz,

I'll ask for it. Now go get me
a sandwich. No pickles!

All right. Okay, I got one.

(imitates Swarek)
You wanna know the rules,

go ask your mother,
'cause I don't play by the rules.

- Swarek?
- Yeah!

Uh, it was good. It was good.

Okay, I got--I got another one.
I got another one.

(imitating Noelle) Okay. Are you
sucking up to me, Peck? Huh?

'Cause I don't mind,
just long as you know

it's not gonna get you anywhere...

with... me.

That's not how you do Noelle.
Noelle is more like, uh...

(imitating Noelle)
Are you sucking up to me, Peck?

'Cause that is not
gonna get you jack.

Just, uh, getting my gym bag.

Looks like she's been
living out of that gym bag.

Yeah, I didn't even know
she had a gym bag, actually.

All right.

(beep)

Ella Jane Tulip is a bitch.

Well, with a name like that...

Who is she?
A prostitute? Junkie?

Leo's classmate.

What, you're mad
at a second grader?

That was Leo's teacher
on the phone,

and my son is refusing
to go to school

because this Tulip girl's
been picking on him.

Trace, kids pick on each other.
It's the circle of life.

Derek McKinley called me
Jerry Barbie

until I was in high school.

You want me to send a couple guys
over there, rough her up?

It's tempting, but no.

I already told Leo that fighting back
is not the answer.

There is good in everyone.
You just have to find it.

Oh, so you lied to him.

Trace, one thing
that I've learned in this job

is to expect the worst
out of everyone,

and if I'm wrong, great.
But some people--

a lot of people--
are just plain bad.

I choose to believe in the fundamental
goodness of human nature.

You called a 7-year-old a bitch.

In a moment of weakness,
and I feel better. Thank you.

Okay.

You, uh, working
the afternoon shift?

No, I already told you.

I took the day off
to finalize my mortgage.

Right, right, right, right.

So, uh, which one did you buy?

You know the one on the corner
with all the windows?

I actually showed Sam all the pictures
before he disappeared.

I remember. It's beautiful.

Thanks. You wanna come?

I wish I could, but, uh, I gotta
turn these cameras back on

and start behaving.

Another eight hours without a wire,

Boyd might actually notice.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna miss you.
- How long's it gonna be?

(knock on door)

Yeah?

(Jamie) It's Brennan.
I brought coffee.

J.D., come on.
Open the door.

(whispers) What?

(knock on door)

Coffee's getting cold.
Open up.

What?

So... how are things?

What, like you don't know
every single detail?

I'm not sure I wanna know
every detail.

I'm just asking how things are,

since, you know, you and Chris--

Why does everyone care so much?

You're lucky your life is so quaint.

Quaint?

Stable, solid,
not worth gossiping about.

No offense.

Why would I take offense, Gail?

(dispatcher on radio)
Home invasion in progress.

193 Dowling.
Suspect is still on scene.

Car 1504 responding.
We're on it.

(siren wailing)

(woman speaking excitedly, indistinct)

(Dov)
Calm down. What happened?

I heard gunshots
in the apartment right above me.

- It's apartment 202.
- Stay there. Stay here.

1504 on scene at 193 Dowling.
Going in.

(dispatcher) Copy that.

(dog barking in distance)

(man speaking, indistinct)

This is the police!
We know you're in here.

Identify yourself.

Police! Don't move!

Please don't shoot!
I'll do anything you want!

Just don't kill me.

Nothing.

Okay, I'm gonna check the other room.

I'll--I'll do anything you say.
Just don't shoot me.

You don't have to keep
saying that, okay?

We're not gonna shoot you.
Come on.

(Traci on radio) Place is clear, but we have
a body in the upstairs apartment.

Oh, my God. Kevin.
She--She killed him.

- Who killed him?
- One of you guys--a cop.

A police officer?
Are you sure?

Her--Her name tag was right here.

- What was her name?
- Peck. Her name was Peck.

What?

So, our witness says
he ran through here,

- then jumped to the unit below?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

Uh...

single bullet wound
straight through the heart.

Looks amateur to me.
Look how many times the shooter missed.

I thought you were
a better shot than that, Peck.

(laughter)

Well, what do you know?
Kevin Reynolds.

Dealer with a bad attitude.

Guys in 27 liked him
for a drive-by last year

but couldn't make it stick.

Hey, Nash,
you run this down to the car.

Put it through the CPIC.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Now this blood over here--
that's not his.

It's too far away from the body.

Well, the other guy--
the scaredy-cat witness--

he didn't have a scratch
on him, Luke.

Okay, well, maybe the, uh, shooter
got hit in the exchange.

Hey, guys, can we get a piece of this?
Take it down to the lab.

See if our "Officer Peck"
is in the system.

You know I didn't have
anything to do with this.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fairly convinced.
- Good.

Yeah, but, you know,
the thing I really wanna know

is why someone's running around
in your uniform shooting drug dealers.

Nice place.

Thanks.

Ooh. "Moby Dick." impressive.

Not really.
Helps put me to sleep.

Yeah, you know what's funny?
I've got that same lamp.

(laughs)

Is that why you're here, boss--
to compare home furnishings?

No, I'm here to make it clear
that nobody does business

out of my warehouse
without talking to me first.

O...kay.

I'm serious.

Guys say you can get
practically anything you want.

I'm wondering
how exactly that happens.

"God's Good Grace".

(laughs)
What does that mean?

That's the name of my boat.
It's docked at the Harbourfront.

Why? You, uh,
want in on anything?

Just let me know.

Oh, thank you.

I was in.

That didn't turn out so well.

How do you mean?

Uh, long story.

I got time.

Look, you probably know the gist of it.

Okay, humor me.
What have the guys told you?

- They say you're a fair boss.
- Uh-huh.

They say you've had a rough year.

Tell you about my, uh, wife?
My little girl?

Yeah. Sorry.

You wanna grab, uh,
something to eat?

I got nothing here, but there's
a half-decent diner around the corner.

Nah. I'm good.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Wouldn't wanna intrude.

So... when are you
gonna let me meet her?

(door opens)

- Did you get us coffee, babe?
- Hey.

Uh, Candice?

Jamie, right?

Yeah, we met the other night
at the bar.

You remember. I'm touched.

I mean, kicked my ass in pool.
How could I forget?

To Candice.
Thanks to you, boss.

There's an armed killer on the loose,

wearing an official police uniform--

a uniform that belongs
to an officer in this division--

- my division.
- Yes, sir.

How?

I believe the uniform was stolen
from my car last night.

You of all people should know
not to leave your uniform

in the car in clear view.

If I had known, I would have
reported it right away. I...

I forgot it was in my car.

You have three uniforms, Peck.

How hard is it to keep track
of three uniforms?

Yeah. I--I thought one
was in the dry cleaner's

and the other one was
at a place I used to live,

and I--I knew that for sure
that this was in my locker, so--

Stop! There is no excuse for this.
You understand me?

Officer Nash.

Detective. What's this?

This is Kevin Reynolds' cell phone.

We have to find someone to notify.

Don't you have a file on him?

Yeah, we have a long file on him.

There's just nothing in the system
about a next of kin,

so, uh, I'd start with the speed dial.

(Noelle) Hey, vigilante mama.

Officer Peck, I got a guy, uh,
double-parked over here on Carlton.

Can you go issue him a ticket,
with extreme prejudice?

- Yeah.
- (both chuckle)

Peck, you got a minute?

Uh, can it wait? I'm just on my way
to go murder somebody.

I just have some questions.

This is from the one camera
in the lobby that actually works.

Yeah, I've never seen her before.

You didn't notice anybody
hanging around your car last night?

No, the street
was completely empty.

All right, where were you
coming from?

Why?

Someone may have followed you,
targeted you--

somebody who knew
you were a cop.

No one was targeting me.
I was alone.

I was just, you know,
visiting someone.

Private dwelling on Hingston Street.

All right, then. Address.

333 Hingston Street.

Celeste, the all-night psychic?

What, you know her?

Yeah, we used her on
a missing persons case last year.

- You know, she's not very good.
- Yeah. No kidding.

I... I think she put a curse on me.

I just, I...

How tall are you?

5'7".

- And weight.
- 120.

Suspect we're looking for
was wearing your uniform, so--

Fine. 130.

(sighs)

I just couldn't get on the plane.

I tried to leave, and I ended up
missing the plane, and I stayed.

Glad you did.

Woman like you doesn't knock
on my door every day.

True. (laughs)

Augh. You probably think we're crazy.

No, I get it.
Sometimes you just know.

Excuse the interruption.
You two have fun today.

I gotta go.

Okay. See ya.

Thanks for dropping by, boss.

Yeah, we'll talk later.

(door closes)

Okay, this is really bad, okay?

I gotta get outta here. I gotta go!

- Not for another 15 minutes.
- 15 minutes? Why?

Because we have to make sure
he's gone. Do you understand?

Are you sure 15 minutes
is even enough, huh?

Uh, maybe 20.

What? (laughs)

(Dov) Okay, ma'am.
Thank you very much.

(woman) I don't have
any guns on me.

Nothing.

Multiple gunshots.
One dead body.

Some guy jumps out of a window,
and no witnesses?

Basic survival instinct.
People keep to themselves.

Nobody talks.

Well, Gail says there's
a witness on this floor.

He was on the stairwell
when they arrived on the scene.

It's a good thing she was on patrol
when it happened.

- Why?
- Perfect alibi.

Well, nobody would actually think
Gail would be capable of murder.

Well, "nice" wasn't exactly
her strong suit.

"Mean", on the other hand...

I've never met someone
who could dish it out like Gail Peck.

(laughs)
She is kinda awesome.

Jonathan Gupta.

G-U-P-T-A.

I heard a commotion
and peeked down the stairs

to see what was the matter.
Then I heard the gunshots.

A moment later, I saw
the lady officer running away.

I hope she is okay.
I want to thank you

for trying to rid this building
of all these drug-dealing bastards.

Well, actually, that first officer--

So sorry you were only able
to shoot one of them.

Actually, that first officer wasn't--

Sir, did you say
"all those drug-dealing bastards"?

- Well, you shot Kevin, right?
- Well, not us, exactly.

And Carson threw himself
through the window--

not to his death, unfortunately.
But you did arrest him, yes?

Well, that leaves Danny.

- Who's Danny?
- I don't know his last name.

He lives in one of
the townhouses

across from the park--
used to be a nice kid.

Now he's a drug-dealing bastard
like the others.

- Did you see Danny this morning?
- No, I didn't.

But you will let me know if you manage
to track him down and shoot him, yes?

Anything else I can do for you?

- Oh.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Do you know this person?

Uh, yeah, she's the cop
who tried to kill me this morning.

Cop impersonator.

(scoffs) Yeah, whatever.

We have reason to believe there was
somebody else in the apartment--

another dealer named Danny
working for you and Kevin Reynolds.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

(chuckles)
You got nothing on me.

Actually, we've got you breaking
into the apartment downstairs.

- I told you. The cop came in.
- Yeah.

She pulled out a gun.
I... ran.

That's it.

We know the shooter is
the approximate height and weight

of this fine officer behind you,

so anything you can give us--

ethnicity, hair color,
eye color--be a big help.

You're Peck?

Who's the other Peck?
Your sister or something?

Actually...
there is no other Peck, okay?

She stole my uniform,
she tried to kill you,

and now she's trying
to kill this other guy.

And you know what?
I really don't care if she does,

but I would just rather she wasn't
wearing my uniform when she did it,

so why don't you tell us
where this lowlife meth dealer is?

And maybe we can save his life.

Da-Danny Baker.
1--

(thud)

1 Parkside South.

Yeah, no,
I know that I am not Kevin.

I'm calling to find someone
who knows him so that I...

Pardon?

You kiss your mother
with that mouth? Hello?

- Detective.
- Yeah.

I've called 20 of the numbers
on Reynolds' phone.

- 17 have hung up on me.
- Okay, what about the other 3?

I hung up on them.
He's not a very popular guy.

It doesn't matter. His sisters are
on their way down here, all right?

They heard that some cops were
swarming around his apartment,

and they wanna know
what happened.

Did you tell 'em he's dead?

Uh... no, 'cause we don't do
notifications on the phone,

so you'll have to tell them
when they get here.

You want me to do it?

Yeah. You know, just use my office.

Candice, where you headed?

Uh... just, uh, downtown.
Queen Street.

I heard it's pretty cool.

All right, hop in.
I'll give you a lift.

No, that's okay. I'm fine.
Thank you, though.

No, I insist.

Uh... okay.

Yeah. If you insist.

You've been in town a week,
you're only going shopping now?

Been spending
a lot of time in bed.

J.D.'s a lucky man.

That's what I keep telling him.

What I don't get is,

why is he making you take a cab
to Queen Street?

Oh, he's not. It's my choice.

You can't go shopping
with a man hanging around,

bored out of his mind,

and making you feel guilty every time
you wanna try a few things on,

and when you're ready to go,
you know, he's gone.

Half an hour later, you find him at
an electronics store watching football.

You don't like football?

Where did you say you were from again?

- Wisconsin.
- Right.

Everybody loves football there.

So, you think the shooter
knew these guys personally?

Let's ask Danny Baker.

He's a minor,
few counts of possession.

Probably one of Kevin Reynolds'
low-level drug dealers.

But this fake cop--
she is going to a lot of trouble

just to take out a couple dealers.

It's a crime of opportunity.

Probably saw your uniform laying
in the backseat of your car,

decided to steal it,
impersonate an officer,

try to intimidate or kill someone.

What's your take on the suspect?

Well, I'm pissed that there's a killer
out there pretending to be me.

But I am kind of impressed
she took down a violent drug dealer

all by herself.

You asked me what I thought.

Hi. I'm Officer Nash.

I'm Nadia. This is Sonya.
We're Kevin's sisters.

We heard there was trouble
in his building.

What'd he do this time?

We're not posting his bail again,
if that's what this is about.

Um, actually, why don't we take this
somewhere a little more private?

Wow, detective's office.

Kevin's moving up in the world.

Homicide. This looks bad.

Did Kevin hurt somebody?

(sighs) I'm very sorry
to inform you...

that your brother is dead.

How?

He was shot.

Who shot him?

I--I can't share
all the details right now,

but as soon as we find out
what's happened,

I'll let you know.

I'm sure this must come as a shock.

Actually... no, it doesn't.

Don't even get me started
on Favre, seriously.

(laughs) He's the iron man
of the NFL.

Don't hack on him just 'cause
he didn't finish at Green Bay.

He finished his career three times.

All the guy does is retire.

J.D. like football?

Come on. I wouldn't date anybody
who doesn't like football.

He tell you he spent time in prison?

He said his father did time

and that, you know, these things
tend to run in the family.

It doesn't take a genius
to figure out what he was saying.

That didn't send you running.

I didn't know him back then.
He's different now.

I thought we were going downtown.

We are.
Just have to make a stop first.

I knew he'd end up like this.

Please. It doesn't take
a genius to figure out

that Kevin was gonna get himself
killed sooner or later.

He was getting death threats
in junior high.

- He set a neighbor's car on fire.
- With the neighbor still in it.

Hid a bag of weed
at his girlfriend's house.

She almost went to jail for it.

He used people. Kevin didn't care
about anybody but himself.

Augh, you must think we're terrible,
talking about our brother like this.

No. No, no--

She's a cop, Sonya.
I'm sure she's seen it all.

Is there anything else?
Do you need us to sign something or...

No, I guess not.

Unless you can think of anybody
who might have wanted him dead.

Wow. I wouldn't even know
where to start.

All right,
if this Danny kid's a target,

there's a chance our impostor
might already be on to him.

So look sharp.
You guys got the back?

Yes, sir.

- Yeah?
- Danny Baker?

Yeah, but, um, I can't talk now.

Can you come back
when my parents are home?

Danny, we have reason to believe
you might be in danger.

- He's going around the back!
- We got him.

(Dov) Chris, incoming.

(Danny) Hey! Uhh!

Let me go! I didn't do anything!

Hey, chill, all right?
We're here to protect you.

I don't know anything.
Let me go.

Look, man.
Just take it easy, all right?

Hey. Meth.

Oh, Danny,
you're coming with us.

Let's go.

Heard you had to give
your first death notification.

How was it?

It was fine. Weird.

I don't know.
Everybody hated the guy.

Yeah. He was a meth dealer,
a menace to the neighborhood.

Yeah, but these were his sisters,

and they looked like they were
going home to throw him a party.

Uh-huh. You still think
there's good in everyone?

Great. You find something good
about Kevin Reynolds,

you're a better detective than I am.

- Don't be so cynical.
- I'm a cop. I'm realistic.

Not all cops think that way.

You sure about that?

So beautiful out here.
Really should come back with J.D.

when it gets a bit warmer.

You just met this guy.
How do you know you can trust him?

I don't know. 'Cause when I met
you guys at the bar that night,

it just felt like we had a connection
or something, you know?

So, a girl shows up in a bar
with her stripper best friend,

then shacks up with the first guy
she has a connection with?

That's the story
you're trying to tell me?

I'm not trying to tell you anything.

Come on,
Candice from Wisconsin.

Fine. Uh...

my dad is an alcoholic,
and my mom left us.

So I chose the route of stability.

You know, I moved out,
and I got engaged to Mr. Nice Guy,

and guess what?

He cheated on me the week
before the wedding.

So, after that,

decided to get out of town
with my best friend,

who, yes, is a stripper
but a very nice person regardless.

We end up at a dive bar.
I meet J.D.,

and for the first time
in a really long time,

I was starting to have fun,
so I stayed.

(opens glove compartment)

Let's go.

Get out.

So, how long has it been?
Since you got high.

Whatever.

Detective Callaghan says
he's gonna be a while.

I already told you
I don't know anything.

Why are you keeping me here?

Your parents are deceased.
You're underage.

You got caught
with 2 grams of meth.

Unless we find more in here.

Hey, what are you doing?
That's my private stuff.

- You can't do that.
- 'Course we can.

Danny, we're trying to help you.
Kevin Reynolds is dead.

Targeted. If you know the name
of the woman who did it,

you need to tell us now.

I don't know any woman!

Oh, so this is yours?

Who is she? Girlfriend?

Maybe you two
were in on this together.

Rip off your buddies,
take over the business.

No, it wasn't like that.

- This isn't her fault.
- Whose fault is it?

It's mine!

Then Christmas, 2007,
I buy Izzy a Packers jersey.

She's so happy, she cries--
cries from happiness.

Uh, couple months later,
it's the Jets, then the Vikings.

You have any idea how many
jerseys this guy's cost me?

You see this? This is how much
I love hearing that story

again and again and again.

Believe me, everyone here knows
how you feel about Brett Favre.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- What's up, Nash?
- I need to know.

I'm working on this case--
Detective Callaghan's case,

and I'm just... wondering
what you think about...

Look, spit it out, Nash.
What do you need?

What can we help you with?
What are you wondering about?

Do you believe in
the basic goodness of mankind?

Trick question.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't joke.
She's trying to be a good cop,

and that's a very important question.

So you agree. It is possible
to find some good in all people?

No.

What's going on?

Detective, do you believe
that if you look hard enough,

you can find good in everyone?

You know I'm
a homicide detective, right?

(both chuckle)

Detective Callaghan?
We know who the shooter is.

Your sister's name is Lindsay Baker.

22 years old, works at Value Town.

Didn't show up to work today.

Danny, where were you
supposed to meet her?

Look, we know you talked to her

and that she told you
to bring her these clothes.

Look, if you wanna keep
talking to him,

- I'll check in with the hospitals.
- Okay.

What do you mean?

Your sister didn't tell you?

She got shot.

While she was shooting at Kevin,
I guess he decided to shoot back.

I don't believe you.

Okay, fine. There was a lot
of blood at the crime scene,

and not all of it was Kevin's.

Danny, look, your sister
is out there alone,

and I know
you wanna protect her,

but she's in a lot of trouble,

and she needs to go to the hospital.

Are you lying?

No. I'm not.

She's at Allan Gardens.

I'm supposed to meet her there
once it got dark.

You wouldn't even know
you're in the city.

I used to come down here
with my wife.

And then Maggie got pregnant.

I'd come out and have picnics
by the lake with Gracie.

House in the suburbs,
2-car garage.

We thought we were
living the dream.

Well, we were living the dream.

What happened?

They died.

Car accident. Two months ago.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, it was a freak accident.

Well, that's what they think,
anyway. Not sure.

Maybe my past came back.

I wasn't always a nice guy.
I did some terrible things.

Thing is, they paid the price,

and all they ever did was, uh, love me.

I like you--
you had a rough go of it,

but, uh, now you met J.D.
Now you think you're in love.

You think he's the answer.

But he's not.

What is he, then?

He's garbage wrapped in skin.

Look, I don't wanna see you get hurt.

I'm not gonna get hurt.

Go home.

- Wisconsin's calling.
- Jamie...

Look, there are a lot of hotels downtown.

I don't wanna see you there tonight.

Okay.

Okay.

(sirens wailing)

Yeah, she came in a little while ago,

said she needed
a place to sit for a while.

I didn't realize goofing off

was such a serious offense
for you guys.

You know, she's not the first cop

to come in here at night
and take a nap.

- Which way did she go?
- I didn't see.

She's gotta be around here somewhere.

All right, I'll take the right.

(guns cocking)

- Drop the gun now.
- Where's Danny?

He's fine.

He's at the station. You know,
he's really worried about you.

He told us where you were.

You're really hurt,

so why don't you put the gun down
and let me help you?

No! I needed help
six months ago.

Danny was using crystal meth,

and then he started dealing to keep using.

I found this gun in his backpack.

He's 16 years old,
and this is what he carries with him.

So you broke into my car
and started dressing like a cop.

I put it on, and people
started listening to me.

In about ten seconds,
a bunch of real cops

are gonna come around that corner
and shoot you dead.

Okay.

Okay? But you and I both know

that your brother
will never recover from that.

You think we don't care,
that's fine.

But he does.

Lindsay, put down the weapon!

(whispers) Please.

I'm not gonna ask you again!

- You're Peck.
- Yeah.

That's my uniform you stole
and got bullet holes in.

You all right?

She's bleeding.
I need an EMS here.

You heard her. Call it in.

No. I cleaned it up already.
I put gauze on it.

(man) Suspect's in custody.
EMS requested on scene.

Guy at the drugstore didn't even
charge me, 'cause I'm a cop.

Yeah. You're not a cop, Lindsay.

So, it looks like we are both gonna be
getting out of work on time tonight.

You'll be pleased to know everyone
around here agrees with you.

Some people are all bad.
You win.

Trace, you asked a bunch of cops
if they thought people were dirtbags.

You didn't stand a chance.

So, I guess I lied to my son.

Okay, a couple of years ago,

Kevin Reynolds was in a hit-and-run.

Oh, please, Jerry,
I don't wanna hear

any more horrible stuff
this guy did. I don't.

He broke his wrist, and instead of
going straight to the hospital,

he picked up a dog
that was hit by the other car

and he carried that dog
four blocks to the vet.

How do you know that?

Well, I was one of the uniforms
on the scene.

I tracked him to the animal hospital
on Bathurst Street.

Did that really happen?

I would tell Leo it did if he asked.

Hey. What are you doing here?
Did you get your mortgage?

- No.
- What happened?

I screwed up.
I think I screwed up.

I saw Sam.

(sighs)
Andy, what are you think--

I know.
The guy from the bar showed up.

- Jamie Brennan?
- Yeah.

I mean, when I was at Sam's place,
he came by,

and he ended up driving me
out to Cherry Beach.

Oh, my God. "Jamie Brennan--
enforcer with the North End Guys."

He's a primary suspect in...
six murder cases?

That's just what they know of.

I mean, two of them
were tortured to death.

Did he make you as a cop?

I don't know. I mean,
I--I kept it together, but, you know,

maybe the real Candice
would've been really scared,

you know, that some strange guy
picks her up, and I...

He told me to stay away tonight.

He said he was gonna
go and see Sam.

- So call Sam and tell him.
- I don't have his number.

I gotta tell Frank.

No, you can't. They're gonna
shut down the whole operation.

I can't risk this.
Okay, maybe Brennan knows.

Maybe he's figured it out.
I mean, what if he hurts Sam?

What's up, McNally?

Sir, um, I have something
I need to tell you.

How many times have you
been to his apartment?

Once, after the first time.
Twice.

Do you have any idea
what you've done, McNally?

Not only have you embarrassed this division,

and me personally,

but you've jeopardized
an undercover operation

that's been underway for months!

You've put an undercover
officer's life in danger!

I know. I'm sorry.

Get me Guns and Gangs.

Frank, you got a minute?

We got a situation.
We need to talk, now.

(sighs)

Stay here.

What is it?

(speaking inaudibly)

(knock on door)

Who is it?

(Jamie) Open up. It's me.

So, what's happening?

Where's, uh, Candice?

Uh, she's not back yet.

I was thinking about that--
that boat of yours.

Okay.

I thought, uh, maybe hit the Alpine,

have a couple beers,
talk a little business.

Yeah? Good.

If you're not too busy--I don't know--
watching the football game.

No, man. I'm good.
I'm not a big football guy.

So, I'll meet you there, yeah?

No use taking two cars.
I'm right outside.

Sure.

Right, thanks.

Child Services is taking Danny
down to the hospital

to see his sister.

He's agreed to a rehab program
for kids at Sunnybrook.

What about Lindsay?

She'll be back on her feet
and ready for trial in no time.

Okay, you know what?
Luke, I called my mom.

I asked her
to pull some strings,

maybe get her a half-decent
lawyer from Legal Aid.

You know, Lindsay told me
that wearing the uniform

made her feel
like a powerful person.

God, I wish it was that easy.

You are a powerful person.

- That doesn't look good.
- Mm-mm.

Hey. Gail.

We've, uh, we've been talking.

Yeah, not about anything that...
happened.

Or didn't--or didn't happen.

No, just about whether, you know,

the three of us could go back
to being friends again.

You know, like normal.

Like the way things were before.

Yeah. You were never normal.
We were never friends.

But, hey, if sucking up to me
makes you feel better about yourself,

knock yourselves out.

She's back.

Yep.

(conversation, indistinct)

Williams, Shaw, come with me.

Okay, bring them around.
Be there in two.

All right, let's go.

Yeah, I got one, two,
three, four, five.

Trace, what's going on?

I don't know. Something about Swarek
and a problem with the wire.

Give me your car keys.

Here.

(sirens wailing)

(police radio chatter)

(camera beeps, shutter clicks)

(Oliver) McNally,
what are you doing here?

- What is she doing here?
- (Noelle) I don't know.

Don't step on the evidence. Look.

All non-necessary personnel,

I need you to clear
outta here, please!

Jerry, what's going on?

- What is she doing here?
- No.

Get her outta here!
Get her outta here right now!

Sam. No! Where's Sam?!

Sam.