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Previously on Cracked...

You'll keep me in the loop
about Aidan's behaviour.

Just... just... B-Billy! Hey!

I have nightmares, and not just
when I'm sleeping.

It's over.
Sorry that we backslid.

(rock music playing
in earphones)

Terry "The Terror" Dwyer.
How you doing, buddy?

- Hey, man. How's it going?
- Got your break coming up?

Uh, yeah, I think so, in a little bit. You
want to grab a bite to eat or something?

Well, we're short a man on D.

Feel like ringing some bells
out there?

Yeah, I'm not really supposed
to do that anymore.

OK, man, if you don't want
the money.

Terry, pass it! Over here!

John's wide open, man!

Terry, shoot it! Shoot it!

(cheering)

- Ugh!
- Hey!

Take it easy, man!
Come on, man!

(guys shouting)
Get him off the ice, ref!

(sound becoming muffled)

(commentator): For a two-on-three,
and Dwyer breaks up the play.

Nice hit there by Dwyer.
Hey, bud.

Dwyer, are you crazy?!

(Terry grunting)

(Terry yelling)

♪

♪ I got out of bed today ♪

♪ Swear to God
I couldn't see my face ♪

♪ I got out of bed today ♪

♪ Staring at a ghost ♪

♪ Oh, have you seen my ghost? ♪

♪ Seen my ghost?
Seen my ghost? ♪

♪ Oh, have you seen my ghost ♪

♪ Staring at the ground? ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na ♪

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- Still not sleeping?
- Huh?

Your head kept bobbing
every time the car stopped.

- Red-light power naps.
- Nightmares?

You can't have nightmares
if you're not sleeping.

Stop looking at me, Ridley.

What's going on? We got a Terry Dwyer.
Current rink employee,

former pro hockey player.
This one slipped him

a hundred to play on his team. Dwyer
tuned up another player pretty good.

Look, Terry's played with us
a couple times before. I was

trying to help him out. Didn't
know he was a mental case.

- Any weapons?
- Just his hands.

Victim's gonna need
some stitches.

Dwyer's in there,
and he's all yours.

(PA): Dr. Lawrence,
dial 182, please.

What is this,
the psych ward, or...?

Yeah. I used to work here.
And it's strange, but...

it's got the best food
in the whole hospital.

I don't know why,
but it's true.

Dr. McCray.

We're just gonna chat
in there.

You're gonna stay, right? OK.

You know, sometimes it's like
I'm fine, right,

and then sometimes it's like
just some switch gets flipped

or something, you know? Right?

Did that happen to you when you played
in the league? Did you lose control

of the switch? No, when I
was playing in the league,

I was an enforcer, right?
It was my job to flip switches,

you know what I'm saying?

So, what teams
did you play for?

Uh, Calgary, Boston,
and, um...

It's right in the middle there.
Um...

(He snaps his fingers.)
You'd think I'd remember

what team I played for.
St. Louis!

Played for St. Louis too.

OK, so you played a lot.

Probably got knocked around
a lot. Broken bones...

Yeah, a few, I guess.

Concussions.

How many concussions do you
think you've had?

I don't know, as many as anyone, I guess.
Two or three a year. Hey, listen,

about, um, earlier today,
can we, like, not tell my wife,

Clara? You know, I'd just like
to keep her out of it.

- (woman): Hi.
- Hi.

Just here to watch the show.
Can you catch me up?

(He flips a switch.)
And you are...? Sorry.

Rachel Fenton, Organized Crime
Joint Task Force.

Aidan Black, Psych Crimes.

Psych Crimes.
I heard about that.

You're a detective, and
she's the shrink? Yup.

Can I ask
what you're doing here?

Farm boy in there used
to stick up for me growing up.

He picked the apples
I couldn't reach.

I was so proud
when he went pro.

He just wanted to play; Instead,
they made a goon out of him.

So he ended up in the penalty box
with black eyes and broken knuckles.

Yeah, been a rough go
since he retired.

He blew all his money,
been in some trouble...

So now you're
his guardian angel?

I got a third-party hit
on him.

Anybody runs his name,
I get the call.

Probably not kosher, but a girl can
look out for a friend, can't she?

(He flips a switch.)
Thank you.

Then what happened?

What did the other player say
to you?

I don't even remember.

But you were pretty angry...
angry enough to attack him.

Yeah.

Detective Fenton, this
is my partner, Dr. Ridley.

Hi.

Terry, I guess
you guys know each other.

- Yeah. Hey, sorry, Rachel.
- You I'll talk to later.

It's good to meet you,
Dr. Ridley.

Detective Fenton is
gonna drive Terry home.

I sweet-talked the deputy

chief and the guy
Terry gave a beat-down to.

There's been an agreement
not to press charges.

Come on, Ter. You're off the hook with
them, but still gotta deal with me.

I'll get you an appointment
with a neurologist I know.

I'll make sure Clara kicks
his ass if he doesn't show up.

Yeah. E-Excuse me, excuse me.

Uh, Detective Black, Dr. Ridley?
Yeah.

I'm Clara Dwyer.

You picked up my husband Terry
at the arena today?

- Yeah, we released him an hour ago.
- Is he OK?

Is... is the other guy?
They're both fine.

Your friend Detective Fenton
drove Terry home.

Sorry, uh, Detective who?

(car honking)

So, how long have you lived
here with Terry?

About a year. We used to have a six-bedroom
in Streetsville before, but...

- It's a cute place.
- Terry hates it.

So, you were saying Terry's
problems are getting worse? - Yeah.

Mood swings, can't remember simple
tasks... like living with a teenager.

Terry?

Terry, you here?

W... I thought you said

someone brought him home.
Can you think of anywhere

he might have gone?

Uh...

Yeah. He, um, probably went to
go see this guy that he knows.

Some... Joe Lucas.
Who's Joe Lucas?

Yeah, I-I-I don't
really know. Um...

So, thanks for the ride, and...

if you find my husband,
could you, um...

could you bring him home?

Of course.

So, what do you think's going on
between Terry and Rachel Fenton?

All I know is we released Terry
Dwyer under false pretences.

I'm gonna have to talk
to her again.

I think we're in trouble
with the principal, Leo.

What's with the rain cloud hanging
over your head today, huh?

Didn't eat breakfast.
Probably just low blood sugar.

Oh, I call bull.

Paulette and I got into a fight last
night, and I ended up on a friend's couch.

Whoa, wait. What happened?

She says that "You're always at work,
you don't anything about what happens"

with the kids or me".
And I was like, "What?"

Forget it. Look, bottom line is
the kids don't have a clue,

and they think Daddy's
off on a conference.

Everything will be fine.

Detective Liette has
a favour to ask.

So, uh, uniforms respond
to a call last night.

Vincent Kray, white male, disturbing
the peace, and they thought

he might have a mental illness.
And then, we find out,

Vincent's girlfriend was bludgeoned
to death two hours earlier.

Liz thinks he's faking
the psychiatric episode.

I think he saw the cops coming
and switched it right on.

Right, 'cause if he's going down for
murder, he wants a hospital, not jail.

OK, so, what, does he have
a treatment history?

A few visits to the psych
ward, all substance-related.

This is what he did
to his girlfriend.

I need your opinion
on whether he's faking.

- OK, so, where is he?
- Uh, he is

in a holding cell. He
won't talk to us at all.

(Caligra clears her throat.)

So, we would like to put you
in holding posing as a prisoner.

OK, let's just get one thing
straight, OK?

I'm a mental health nurse,
which means I deal

with trust and honesty.
That makes me a terrible liar.

I just need your opinion on
whether he's fit to stand trial.

OK.

- What's going on, Joe?
- Hey, Terry.

- I heard about today.
- Nah,

it was nothing.
Cops came, though,

didn't they?
Yeah, they let me go, though,

you know? Signed a few autographs,
took a few pictures, right?

Try to stay out of trouble,
Terry.

You're working with me now.
Yeah, yeah, no, for sure.

Cops look at you,
they look at me too.

What's going on in here?

Why don't you have
a look around?

Terry Dwyer?
It's been how many years?

Arnie! How's it going, bud?
I'm good, man, I'm good.

How are you?
Still wearing the ring, huh?

Yeah, reminds me of the time I
smoked past you for a breakaway.

How is it that you're the one
who got to go pro, huh?

Yeah, right.
Is this your place, or what?

Yeah, been mine for a while now. Trying
to make a go of things, you know.

Arnie had
some help starting up.

Now he wants to turn his back
on his friends.

Joe, I paid you back and then
some. I don't owe you anything...

You don't get to make
that call, Arnie.

You don't get to go it on your own.
All these cars still go through me!

I just can't pay
out anymore...

You get this idea that you can
go around me, Arnie, next thing

other guys star thinking
they can go around me too.

I can't pay out anymore, man.

I just say no. So, you do
what you gotta do.

- Listen, Joe, I didn't know...
- Do we need to have this conversation?

What're you doing with
this guy, Terry, huh? Come on.

Do it.

- Terry. Hey.
- Come here.

Man, hey, no, you don't have
to do this, man!

Worst day of my life.

Oh, man.

So, what'd they pick you up for?

I shouldn't talk to you.

Damn.

What's up, Psych Crimes?
I got your text.

Shouldn't you be off counselling
hoarders or something?

That whole story about
you growing up with Terry:

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

I know about Terry
and Joe Lucas.

I did some digging.
Looks like you got Joe

flagged too.
Can I get a coffee to go?

Black. I'm sorry, Joe who?

I think you're running a project
on Lucas, and I think Terry's

your snitch.
And if that were true?

Terry is compromised
emotionally

and mentally. You can't tell me he
was properly assessed for this.

I followed procedure.
And I'm not gonna let some

washout from the cuddle squad
mess around in my business.

Listen to me, lady, I can have
your operation shut down.

I tell Inspector
Caligra you're

working with a high-risk
informant, she'll land on you

with both feet.
It's a joint project.

Inspector Caligra doesn't have
the authority.

Lucas started with a stolen car ring;
Now he's making plays to get bigger.

I just heard him order
a beat-down on some guy

that runs an illegal chop shop, and that's
the nicest thing he's done all day.

It's only a matter of time
before we start finding bodies.

This is way bigger
than Terry Dwyer.

Look, you gotta figure out how to get
Joe Lucas and leave Terry out of this.

Terry's been part
of Joe's crew for a few months.

He got caught with stolen
property, so I turned him.

Terry's already involved.

I'm trying
to help him get out.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hey, listen.
I got a five-star lawyer.

This guy is a wolverine.
Want me to hook you up?

(door buzzer) (keys jangling)

(door closing)

So, what do you do
when you're not in lockup?

I told you I'd look into it.
I didn't tell you

to stick your nose
into a covert project.

Whoever signed off on Terry
as an informant was wrong.

Oh, so you've done a proper psychiatric
assessment yourself? Dr. Black?

Terry Dwyer's vulnerable,
and Rachel Fenton is taking

advantage of it. We know it.
That makes us responsible.

The best I can do is
recommend that Psych Crimes be

brought in to re-evaluate
Terry's informant status.

We'll take it.

You'll have to cooperate
with Detective Fenton...

and I'm talking
to you, Aidan.

Oh, we're gonna get alone
just fine.

Good.

Flyers going in on goal. It's
their last chance at the dance...

Score! Unbelievable!
Dwyer does it!

- Hey.
- Really, Terry, again?

Yeah, I was out late
with the boys last night.

- You were with Joe.
- Agh.

You know, you lose your job yesterday,
and you go out and you celebrate.

- Ah, just stop, all right?
- So, did Joe buy you drinks?

Get you drunk, maybe? Yeah?
Did he maybe slip you

a couple pills, introduce you
to all his buddies?

"This is Terry 'The Terror'
Dwyer. Watch him smash a bottle..."

Now, just stop, OK?! Let's skip
to the end of the conversation

when you tell me you're sorry you
ever married me! I get it! OK?

(knocking on door)

(He sighs.)

- Come here.
- No, just don't.

Hi.

What?

What's going on? OK, you
tell me that you're not

in trouble again.
No, no, no, he's not-

well, except with me.
We had an appointment, remember?

Hey, look, just please don't
take this away from me.

You know, if that stolen property charge
comes back to haunt me, my life's over.

We don't want that either, Terry, but,
you know, even trained undercovers,

they get overwhelmed
when they're stressed.

Rachel said she's gonna
give me a clean slate, right?

I've already been assessed for this,
so I don't even know what we're doing.

But have you had a CT scan?

No. Oh, yeah, I had one
for my other doctor,

but we never got
the results, so I...

You mean you didn't want
to know.

Know what? That I might have
brain damage? CTE or something?

That I'm not gonna
get better?

Terry, testing for Chronic
Traumatic Encephalopathy...

Can only be done
when I'm dead, yeah, I know.

So, lucky me, I get to wait
for dementia and memory loss

to kick in, right, and then
fall into depression.

Like Boogard and Rypien.
No happy ending for me, right?

Better to bury your head
in the sand?

Yeah, yeah, pretty much
what I'm thinking.

I just got a tip.
Joe Lucas is meeting a guy.

We're gonna go listen in.

If it doesn't sound worth
the trouble, I will drop Terry,

and you can go back
to not stalking me, 'K?

Fair enough. Let's go.

You've had a rough
couple of years.

I read your file.
All that baggage,

right now you're carrying it
here and here.

- Thanks for noticing.
- Exercise, cut the caffeine,

try taking anything that ends
with "zepam".

Or some good, vigorous sex.

He shoots, he snores.

(ding!) Story of my life.

Terry, to keep your informant status, I
need to know where you're at emotionally.

You must know other guys
who had it all

and then their lives took
a sudden turn.

How do they cope?

They don't cope
you know, they get depressed.

People lose control, right?
Things happen.

There must be times where

they feel the anger rushing in,
but then they're able to get

ahead of it and push it back.

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

OK.

Some people, they think
of a good memory,

which activates the pleasure
centre of the brain.

Is there something you do?

Are you asking me
if I have a happy place?

Yes, I guess I am.

Yeah, I guess I think
about my wife, Clara.

The first time she slept over.

It was like in the middle
of the night. She gets up

to go, right, and I was wide
awake, but I figure,

if she wants to go, she wants
to go, right? I mean...

Did she go?

No, she stopped.

Turned around,
came back into bed.

We've been together ever since.

Terry, do you think she wants
to leave you right now?

Every time I go home,

I think I'm gonna open the door
and she's not gonna be there.

(chuckle)

I have to tell you, you know,
just... just thinking about it

makes me feel like
I'm gonna cry, you know?

Terry, you are crying.

(Leo sighs.)

Man, they gotta be violating our
human rights or something, right?

You got any family
to spring you out of here?

Not anymore.

Oh.

Well, I'm divorced.
Thanks for asking.

Why did you get divorced?

Always working,
never saw the kids,

so the wife and I, we get into a
fight about how much they need me.

And guess what I do? I walk out
the front door three years ago.

But you know they're safe.

Yeah.

What about you?
Where's your family?

They got killed.

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

It's by the same guy
that killed my girlfriend,

and he's still out there. That's why
we have to be very careful what we say

in here... 'cause he's
still trying to get me.

Hop in.

Make yourself at home.

So, who's Joe Lucas meeting?

OK, first off,
this is a small, enclosed space,

so you're gonna need
to use your spa voice.

Yeah, I don't have
a spa voice.

(whispering ): Who's Joe Lucas
meeting?

The Barber.

Here, drink this.

It's a wheatgrass shake for the
massive bags under your eyes.

Please, tell me again
how terrible I look.

So, what's the deal?

You really believe
in putting shrinks in Kevlar?

Your weapon jams, what's she gonna do?
Whip out her stickies

and pass him tiny reminders
to surrender?

You know, Psych Crimes does
a lot of good.

Ten years from now,

every city's gonna have a unit
just like ours.

But right now, we still have to put
up with a lot of this ignorant...

- Spa voice.
- (Joe): Hey, Pat.

- Here he comes.
- (Joe): What do you got for me?

(Pat): Glock 17,

or a Smith & Wesson MP 9mm.
What do you prefer?

(Joe): The Glock.

But I won't be the one
carrying.

Same old Joe... let everyone
else get their hands dirty.

Just make sure when your man uses it,
it doesn't blow back on me neither.

My boy wouldn't remember his
name if I wrote it on his hand.

(Pat): So long as he remembers
who he's pulling the trigger on.

(Joe): Exactly.

Is Terry's ready for this?

He's gotta be.

Wow, Terry, you, uh,
you really let yourself go.

Terry, just make sure
you get Joe to tell you

exactly what he wants you
to do.

You mind? I'm his handler.
Let me do the handling.

If he's not clear
about what he wants from you,

just pretend
you don't understand.

You know, just make him
spell it out.

You want me to sound stupid,
right? I can do that.

There you go.

You. Upstairs
for questioning.

Vincent Kray's family died
in a car accident.

No foul play, no question.
Maybe so,

but he says they were killed. He also
claims the same guy killed his girlfriend.

I say if he's lying about the
family, he's lying about her.

Well, it's not a lie
if he's delusional.

We have a witness who saw someone matching
Vincent's description dumping something

near the storm grate
by the victim's house.

And you think
it's the murder weapon?

We've got teams searching
the sewers right now.

Could be they find
something before you do.

Look, he says he knows a man
killed his girlfriend.

He says he knows who he is.
So... come on, get me a name.

Please.

Still got the moves, Terry.

How you feeling?
Is your back OK?

Yeah, you know.

All right, I guess. Mostly.
Well,

we can do better than mostly.

You're too good to me, bud.
How much am I into you for now?

Come on.
I like helping you out.

(Terry chuckles.) But, um...

I do have something
if you want to square us up.

What kind of something?

It'd put your right
on those mortgage payments,

the meds... all of it.

Keep you on Clara's good side
a while.

I'll come by the house tomorrow.

Yeah, well, wait, wait, wait.
What, uh...

Do I gotta get into it
with somebody, or what?

You gonna tell me
what I gotta do?

You and me both know
you weren't

the most talented guy out there.
Yeah, I did all right.

You did better
than all right.

'Cause you were all heart and no fear.
You didn't care if you got hurt,

and you didn't care
if you weren't the hero.

That's the guy I need.

OK?

I'll see you tomorrow, Terry.

(Terry): Yeah.

So, we know when.

- Not much else.
- Yeah.

I gotta make some calls.
Might as well go home, Aidan,

get some sleep.

Might as well ask a dog
to climb a tree.

So, why do you do this?

Sit in a van, all alone, listening
to other people's lives.

What's the appeal?

That's easy. My parents split
when I was eight.

Both binged on self-pity.

Me, I started spying on people.

Neighbours, mostly.

I guess I just needed to feel...
a connection of some kind.

Eavesdropping,
as weird as it is,

I guess it makes me feel
less lonely.

(laughing) I'm... I'm
just messing with you.

Um... I'm gonna go.

OK, wait, wait, wait.
I'm sorry.

Um... for real...

I just like the long game.

You know, playing out an arrest
over months.

The hunt of it.

It's just about the only thing
that makes my heart race.

Just about.

I get that.

Yeah.

All right, well, uh...
goodnight, Rachel.

Goodnight, Aidan.

♪

♪ I saw you ♪

♪ I saw you ♪

♪ Did you see me? ♪

♪ I was off-screen ♪

♪ Off-screen ♪

♪ From there I ♪

♪ From there I ♪

♪ Watched the flood rise ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪ In my daydream ♪

♪ Daydream ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

So, how did this guy do this?

I mean, why haven't the cops
arrested him yet?

I went to her place
for dinner, right,

and I went outside
for a cigarette.

And then I saw that he had
followed me there.

Who had?

His name is Marcus.

It was Marcus.

He follows me.

He's been after me for years.

And he was... he was
at my girlfriend's house.

And he made himself look
like her neighbour.

Wait, what do you mean?

He can change his appearance.

He can make himself look like other people.
I don't know

how he does it,
but it's real.

And he pretended like he didn't know me...
so I confronted him.

He said, "I don't know any Marcus",
right, because he's a liar.

And I-I-I tried to get him to go,
and he fought, so I thought,

"His wallet... his wallet will

prove who he really is",
and I grabbed it.

OK, so what did you do
with the wallet?

It was fake ID
inside the wallet.

It was fake.

(laughing)

So I threw it in the sewer.

So, you think
he really believes it?

Yes, 'cause it's too detailed and
consistent for him to be faking it.

OK, Vincent's thoughts seem
to be rational with everything,

but one thing isn't: Marcus.

Yeah, a man who changes
his appearance to just

follow and torment him. Leo, it's
extremely rare, but I think this is-

- Fregoli Delusion.
- Yes, but I've never seen it before.

OK, wait, wait. So, what if Vincent thought
Marcus took the form of his girlfriend?

Wouldn't that be reason
to kill her?

I've got to go.

Look into the neighbour.
Already on it.

What are you doing here?

You must think
I'm a real idiot, don't you?

- What?
- Oh, c...

I know you're sleeping with Aidan, but
you could have had the common decency

to tell me that it was over
between us.

(Daniella): Sean, it's over.
Over.

It's not gonna drink itself.

I didn't mean to screw
your brains out literally.

You look even worse today.
Are you ever nice?

We gotta go. Terry got the call.
Joe's on his way to pick him up.

- All right. Let me get Ridley.
- No time. She can catch up.

- I'm not leaving without my partner.
- She's in the middle

of something.
I am not sleeping with him.

He's my partner. How long has it been
going on for? Tell me. How long?

- (Daniella): Sean, please.
- (Sean): I just want to know.

Once they head out, we'll
follow at a distance.

A spotter car will
stay close to them.

- Terry, you ready?
- Ready for what, man?

I got you something, Terry. I've been
your friend, your turn to be mine.

Sometimes that means you have
to do shit you don't want to do.

You want to keep that pretty
wife of yours, you need money.

And away we go.

(Terry): So, uh, where are we
heading, anyway?

(Joe): You'll see
when we get there.

(Terry): I really don't like
guns, Joe.

- (Joe): Relax. Haven't I always...
- Don't lose them.

Man: [They're heading
towards Lakeshore.]

Tell me you still got him.

[Talk to me. Where are they?]
(Man): We've lost visual.

They're gone.

Talk to your wife yet?

She didn't pick up the phone.
She always picks up the phone.

Tell her you spent the weekend in lockup.
That'll at least make her curious.

Yeah, well, I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

- This job is killing my marriage.
- That's why cops marry other cops.

- Yeah, but I'm not a cop.
- Guess what?

Uniforms found a wallet
down in the sewer

where Vincent was seen.
The ID belongs to the neighbour,

one John French.

The guy's got a history
of assault.

So, the neighbour's pissed
at Vincent,

goes looking for him,
and finds the girlfriend

instead. Oh, Leo. Thank you.

I don't know what it was
about this Vincent. I just...

ah, I couldn't see past him.

Anyway, you should go home.

So, what's gonna happen
to him now?

He'll be released. I mean,
he didn't commit a crime,

he didn't pose a threat
to himself

or anybody else.
Yeah, but he needs help.

Not your problem.
Go home, Leo.

What's happening with Terry?
And where is Aidan?

- He left without me.
- You two are supposed

to be together on this.
What is he thinking?

I don't know.
He's not sleeping.

Well, has he talked to you
about it?

No, and I'm not gonna come running to
you every time he has a rough morning.

Hey! Where is he?
Where's Terry?

- (Daniella): I don't know.
- I know he's doing something

with the police, OK,
so don't lie to me.

If anything happens
to my husband... anything...

and I will make sure
that you will pay.

Whoa, whoa, Joe,
what are you saying?

You want me
to kill Arnie Underwood?

- Broadcast it, why don't you?
- No, hey, hey, hey,

I can't do that. I... I'm not gonna
hold your hand anymore, Terry.

This is what you do.
This is all you can do.

(Aidan): Where could they have
gone? Have you heard anything

since you've had ears on Joe
that can help us?

(Rachel): I have been on this for months.
They could be anywhere.

You said you had Joe on
tape making threats, right?

Yeah, more than once.

OK, but the most recent one, it was
somebody at a chop shop or something?

Uh... Underwood's Garage.

Arnie played junior with Terry.

He's been stepping
on Joe's income.

His garage is... They were
heading in that direction.

All right, well,
then let's go there. I mean,

even if we're wrong, it beats
sitting around waiting here.

Terry's out there all alone.

Take us to Underwood's Garage,
North York.

- [Roger.]
- What are you doing?

Calling my partner.

Ridley, take down this address and
get there as fast as you can.

You know why we came here.

He can't walk out now.

You don't get to tell me what
to do anymore, you little prick!

(Terry grunts.)
(Rachel): We've got a signal.

(Joe): You don't know how
to use that thing, Terry.

- (Terry): I said shut up!
- All right, we gotta go!

Why don't you get
around the side?

- Terry...
- Shut up. You shut up. You hear me?

Terry.

It's Aidan.

Where were you, man?!
You were supposed to be here!

Well, I'm here now.
Terry, put

the gun down and just tell me
what happened. It's over.

It's not over.
It's not over, is it?

Is it?!

Terry! Terry! You don't want
to do that, man!

Come on, man! Look at me!
Look at me!

(Arnie groaning)
(Whispering): Hey.

Where's Arnie?

He fu... sh... He shot him!

All right! Then he's gonna go
to jail for that, no question!

- Help's on its way.
- (Aidan): Lower your gun...

- Ah! Ah! Ah!
- Shh, it's OK.

Terry, listen to me!
Lower your gun!

That's it.

(Terry shouting furiously)

Terry! Look at me, man!

Look, I believe you!
All right?

It's over! He's gonna
pay for what he's done!

You're the good guy here, man!

No, I'm not.

- (Daniella): Terry.
- I'm not.

Terry, it's Dr. Ridley.
I need you to listen to me,

please. Terry.

Terry, remember you told me
about that night

Clara came back?
She did it again. She did it

just now. She came to my office
to fight for you,

but it will be for nothing
if you don't let this man go!

- Terry, listen to her...
- Shut up! You shut up!

Terry, listen to me.
You helped us.

You got your new start.

You don't have
to fight anymore.

Yeah, but... I
just want him dead.

I'm gonna shoot him.

Terry, step out of it.
Step out of your anger.

I know you think your life is
over, but it's not.

I'm gonna make sure
you get help.

Terry.

Think about what it is
that Clara sees in you.

That's who you are.

OK.

I... I'm sorry.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
good man, good man.

Put your hands
behind your head.

(sirens approaching)

Joe Lucas,
you're under arrest.

Hey. Just saw my lawyer.
No charges, so I'm out of here.

That thing that I told you
about earlier...

that just stays
between you and me, right?

Yeah. Hey, listen, I got a couple
friends over at St. Stephen's Hospital.

They're really good people,
and I think you should talk

to them about what you're
going through with Marcus.

I can give 'em a call.
No. No, man.

Vincent Kray, you are free to go.
These officers will process you.

Why are you doing this to me?
I know it's you, Marcus.

When did you figure it out?

(Vincent shouting furiously)
Wait.

- You said you were my friend!
- Vincent, calm down! It's OK!

Everything's gonna be OK.

Can't release him now.

He poses a threat
to the public.

Take him to St. Stephen's.
He needs help.

St. Stephen's.
That's what you wanted, right?

Come on.

It's time for you to go home.

♪

(sirens)

♪ Walking with you
in these windswept... ♪

Arnie Underwood's gonna be all right.
He can testify against Jo.

Plenty for a conspiracy
and attempted murder.

What about Terry?

As far as I'm concerned,
he's in the clear.

That's good.

Well, it was, uh...
nice working with you.

You too.

Uh, and thanks... to
you and your partner.

I'm gonna head home.

♪ For trumpets are sounding ♪

- See ya.
- Yeah.

♪ In the distance tonight ♪

♪ And ravens keep winding ♪

♪ To their endless sights ♪
(knocking on door)

♪ To the furthest most reach
from our fingers and I ♪

♪ With generals left
not knowing what to do ♪

♪ And they're pleading
to their gods ♪

Can't sleep either.

♪ They will look
to your eyes ♪

♪ And I'll not look away ♪

♪ For surely I know ♪

Thanks.

♪ If I flee here tonight ♪

♪ That I'd be alone ♪

♪ A singular fright ♪

♪ And I'm sure
that I'd crumble ♪

♪ And crease in the weight ♪

♪ And safe in your arms ♪
Thanks, hey.

♪ In your arms I will stay ♪

♪ For surely I'd crumble ♪
Hey.

Everything's gonna be OK now,
OK? I promise.

- ♪ Safe in your arms ♪
- Terry.

♪ In your arms I will stay ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Then maybe we'll lay down ♪

♪ We'll lay down ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ In the safe haven
that we've made ♪

♪ That we've made ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

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