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♪ This is the way we play,
this is the way we love ♪

♪ This is the way ♪

(groans)
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Officers.

Sorry. (clears throat)
Beautiful evening.

Is it? Move.

- Wow.
- What?

- Nothing.
- Good.

♪ This is the way he works,
this is the way she pIays ♪

♪ This is the way ♪

Ahem.

(cashier, quietIy)
See that man over...

Aisle five.

You go long.
I'll cut him off.

Right.

(man and woman)
♪ He helps you dive real tight ♪

♪ He helps you get rearranged ♪

Sir, you have a minute?

I don't work here.

I just want to talk to you.

Sorry, I can't.
I'm in a bit of a rush.

5'8", athletic build, dark clothes,

and a pretty funky skin condition.

I'm guessing you got
a dye pack in the face,

one of the many hazards
of robbing a bank. McNally?

DefiniteIy matches
the description we gave.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Watch it, watch it, watch--

You head across!
We'll box him in!

Watch that corner!

(McNally) Stop! Don't move!

Get your hands where I can
see 'em, now! Get 'em up!

- He's swallowing!
- Hey, hey!

What did you swallow?

My pride.

Oh, yeah. That's really hilarious.
l am not in the mood.

No, reaIIy.
'Cause you're having a bad day?

I'm the one who's blue.

(handcuffs click)

(woman) ♪ Overtime ♪

♪ Overtime ♪

(police radio chatter)

♪ Overtime ♪

(thunder rumbles)

Uh, no, ma'am, we can't
send another officer over.

Yeah, because we just sent one
out an hour ago,

and he didn't hear a singIe thing
coming from your neighbor's party, so--

(dial tone)

Which is exactly
where I'm going after work,

to crank music and annoy you,
you bee-yotch.

Wow, them's fighting words,
if you're 9.

I just called an old lady
a bee-yotch.

Hey, you not loving desk duty?

- I love everything about this job.
- Good.

But seriousIy?
Desk duty three shifts in a row?

- Hey, Shaw.
- Yeah.

- Blue guy in booking.
- Ooh. Blue guy?

SettIe down, Diaz.
Shift's almost over.

You know what?

My wife is sliding by in a bit
to pick me up.

Flirt with her. Okay?
It'll make her day.

Thanks. lt's Zoe,
but you call her Mrs. Shaw.

(under breath)
Zoe, Mrs. Shaw. Okay.

(telephone rings)

Yeah. 15 Division.

(Gail) Can you stop the car?
Can you stop the car, please?

Do I have barf on me?

You might want
to wash your hair.

l reaIIy thought
drunk guys puking on me

would be over after high school.
Mr. Lee!

Easy, easy.
He's having a rough night.

Oh, he's having a rough night.
We've got the smell of booze and barf

in the back of our squad car.
Frank's gonna kiII us.

Just as Iong as he doesn't
make us stay late to clean it up,

'cause I got Leo in the morning,
and I'm taking him for dim sum.

Don't talk about food right now.

Gail, when you are a mother--
and God heIp that chiId--

you are gonna realize a little puke
is not such a big deaI.

All right. Let's go.
Wakey, wakey.

One foot in front of the other.
Let's go.

You... there we go, here we go.

You're gonna have
a nice, Iong nap...

Aren't you just the mother
of the frickin' year?

That's it, then?
Nothing else in your pockets?

- That's all I got.
- So, watch, belt, 40 bucks.

And 40 cents.
And what's left of my dignity.

You robbed a bank
and pistol-whipped a manager.

We don't care about
your dignity, blue guy.

Or your freedom...Braveheart.

(Traci) Excuse us.
Excuse us, clear the way.

Oh! That's disgusting!

(Gail) Oh, you don't like
the smeII of barf?

We picked this guy up
on Yonge Street.

He was kicking cars
and screaming at pedestrians.

Yeah, well, he shouldn't be here.
Should be at the hospital.

We didn't know how messed up he was
untiI we got him in the car.

(coughing)

- Whoa. Whoa!
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Get his head. Get him on his side.
- He's on his side, sir.

Good. Call an ambulance, Peck.

(groaning)

(siren wailing in distance)

Dos cervezas.

Epstein. You off duty?

- Uh, swapped out my shift.
- What, you got a big date?

Hey, you got a big date.
Nice. She's cute.

She's, uh, ETF.
A bomb tech.

We met while she was
taIking me off a bomb.

WeII, hey, good strategy,
dating someone outside the division.

That way, when it all goes to hell,

you won't have to
see her face every day.

Right. Good talk.

So... what do you want
to do tonight?

I don't know.

Well, it's a lot of pressure.
I hear you.

WeII, there's a Iot
of people at work,

uh, waiting to hear
how this hookup goes, so...

- ReaIIy?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, uh, I was just thinking
that we could hang out here

until we go somewhere else,
and then,

when we go somewhere else,
we couId do... whatever?

(chuckles) Works for me.

(police radio chatter)

Hey, watch his head.

Yeah, thank you.
I know what I'm doing, Charlotte.

Yeah? Until you smash his skull
into the seat back again.

Oh, that's nice, really.

Which one of you
want to go along for a ride?

To the hospital?

To the observation deck
of the CN Tower.

Yes, the hospital. You arrested him
for public intoxication.

Just because he's under the weather,

doesn't make his charge go away.

All right, I got to get up early
in the morning.

I have upchuck in my hair.

You can wash it out at the hospital.

- Evaluations are next month.
- l'II do it.

Hi. Traci.

Martin.
That's my wife, Charlotte.

Yeah, she's in the mood.

Peck, you smeII.
You smell real bad.

Our system doesn't have
any record of your fingerprints,

and you got no lD,
so, uh... let's start with your name.

Oh.

Grouchy Smurf.

I'm sure you're aware that yesterday,

two men wearing ski masks
robbed Broadway Mutual Bank

at King and Church with a pistol,

which, in turn,
they used to beat Sunil Dhawan,

branch manager, father of three.

- Recognize him?
- No.

You beat him so bad,
he's still in the hospital.

Where's the money?

What money?

The money you stole from the bank.

- What bank?
- Really?

Come on. What did you swallow
when we caught you?

Have no idea
what you're talking about.

All right.

Here's an easy one.

Why are you blue?

I picked up a bad skin condition,

or I like blueberries...a lot.

Or a security dye pack
bIew up in your face

45 seconds after you left the bank.

(chuckles) Well, that's a bit far-fetched,
don't you think?

Yeah. You know,

if you think denying everything
is gonna get you released, it's not.

Here's how it works.

Tomorrow you go to court,
then you go to jail.

In the meantime...

we can sit.

We can look at Sunil's photo.

Oh, and you.

We can look at big, blue you.

What do we do?

Uh, we wait till Jerry gets bored,
runs out of steam,

then we throw blue guy back
in his cell, and, uh,

start again tomorrow.

Here, you want some?

Jo's hand cream.

- lt's not Jo's.
- Oh. Smells like Jo's.

Fine, it's Jo's.

It's really good hand cream.

She left it behind...

with three pens, hairbrush,
and a burned CD.

- You need to move on.
- I have moved on.

You're snooping around in her desk.
You really want to move on?

Get an ax, smash it to pieces.

No, 'cause I'm not angry anymore.
I was angry last week.

Okay? I'm at bargaining now.

Which is why l thought
that if I cleaned out her desk,

then I would feel a lot better.

- WeII, do you?
- No. No, I don't...

which makes me feel like I've maybe
moved on to depression,

with acceptance
right around the corner.

You need an ax.

(cell phone rings)

I gotta get this. It's Traci.

Hey, Trace. What's up?

Hypothetically speaking,
if you were trying to prevent

two newIy married peopIe
from murdering each other,

would you use your baton,
or go straight for your gun?

...followed my instructions, guy'd be in Triage
by now, instead of Emergency.

(Andy) Mood I'm in, I'd use both.

I thought you weren't angry anymore.

Of course l'm angry,
but I'm working on it.

You know, I used to actually
love coming to work.

You know?
I used to feel safe here.

(Martin) Just because we're married,

doesn't give you free license
to be mean.

I'm sorry you got turned down
for med school again.

Where are you?

Uhh! I'm in hell. They stuck me
in a room with the Bickersons,

told us all to wait.

- You're still at the hospital?
- We brought the guy in.

They took him off to Emergency,

and now they won't let us
go anywhere.

- What was it again, Martin?
- Of course, you're blaming me.

What the hell is going on?

Hey.

- (Martin) No, no, no, no, no.
- (Charlotte) What?

Hey!

- Traci?
- What's going on?

Sir, I just got off the phone
with Traci.

She seems a little stressed out.

Hey, uh, what's happening?

Nobody Ieaves.
Nobody comes in until further notice.

(Chris and Andy) Why?

As of now,
this division's under quarantine.

(siren wails)

Gail Peck, my personal hero.

Why? 'Cause I screwed up
everyone's night?

Well, my wife did have concert tickets,
front row, center,

which is not the kind of place
you want to be

when you're a 30-something,

and the concert
happens to be Taylor Swift.

Best excuse ever.

Tell me about it.
I don't have to host Book Club.

I hate Book Club.
I'm so quitting Book Club.

All right, everyone, let's get this going.

Everyone, this is Barb
from Public Health.

(all) Hey, Barb.

Hi, everybody.

Basically, Henry Lee is sick.
They don't know why.

And since everyone from the division
has been exposed

to whatever it is he has,

Barb wants to make sure
we don't spread it.

And it's just a precaution.
There's no reason to panic.

It's all procedure. We're working
really hard to figure this out,

so, with any luck,
you should be out of here soon.

And, yes, you all will be paid
your overtime rates

for the duration of the quarantine,
just like last time.

Any other questions?

(Sam and Jerry)
Yeah. When's the pizza get here?

- (Oliver) Who's got the cards?
- (Jerry) Right here.

Everybody loves a snow day.

Is it contagious?

Uh, we're not sure yet.

I brought him in. He barfed on my head.
Am I gonna get sick?

I mean, do you even know
what he's got?

As soon as the disease is defined,

Barb here will start you on any appropriate
medication... if you need it.

In the meantime, uh, Diaz,

I need you directing all calls
to the nearest division.

Williams, with me.

I have to phone the next shift,
have 'em report to 27.

So you want me
to take half the list?

Nope. Just like
having you around.

It's like we're having a--
we're having a spa day.

I'm on the puck, buddy.

Well, this isn't, uh,
this isn't like "my ball, my call."

Don't be such a baby, buddy.

Hey, awfuIIy eager
for the fish that always loses.

Luck runs in streaks,
and mine is about to change.

Oh, yeah. Where's Sammy?
I need to make some money.

(mocking) "Where's Sammy?
I need to make some money."

So I thought, uh, before I settle in
and take everybody's money,

why don't we see if the threat of
imminent death gets blue guy talking?

l thought there was
nothing to worry about.

Blue guy doesn't know that.

Okay, wait. There really is nothing
to worry about, right?

We got quarantined for SARS in '03.
You know what happened?

Snack machine ran dry,
Jerry started growing himself a goatee,

and I took everybody's
money in poker.

If Frank says don't worry,
don't worry.

- Okay, but what if it is something?
- Then worry.

Quarantine, huh?
That old chestnut.

The guy you saw collapse earlier
is in the hospitaI,

he's sick,
and he's contagious.

Well, if we're in such grave danger,
why isn't she crying?

You should be hysterical, right?

Calling your boyfriend,
saying goodbye to mom and dad.

Do I look like
I'm suppressing emotion?

Is that the problem here?

Maybe that's because, uh, well,

my fiancé just slept with his ex,

I haven't seen my mother in years,

my father is six months
off the bottIe,

and three weeks ago,
I almost died in a storage locker.

So please... this quarantine thing?
Piece of cake.

I like her. She got spunk.

Yeah, can I punch him in the face?

And fire, lots of fire.

Just tell us where your partner is.

- Just tell me what time it is.
- You first.

- Can't do it.
- Okay.

Protect your buddy.
Let him spend your cut

while you die alone in jail.
I'm done here.

McNally, take his dinner order.

What do you want?

- Your fiancé slept with his ex?
- What do you want?

Come on.
Seriously, what time is it?

Fine, I'm gonna order for you.

(door release buzzes, beeps)

- I'm more than happy to split it.
- You saved my Iife.

Good point.

Hey. Did you get the message?

- What?
- 15's on lockdown.

What's the code?

It's not a bomb. It's a quarantine.
l'm heading over now.

They're not gonna let you inside.

Well, we can sit here
and do nothing,

or we can go over
and see if we could help.

Uh, Luke, Sue.
Sue, Luke.

Hey, how much have you had
to drink? l'II drive.

You sure you're all right with this?

Hey, near death, yellow tape...

you and me,
it's becoming a thing for us.

Okay, what--what about SARS?
Uh, "fIu-Iike symptoms,

"sudden onset of high fever,
chills, shivering..."

It--It doesn't explain
the seizures, though.

So SARS is out. Any other diseases
you want her to check?

Shivering, nausea, difficulty breathing.

- Try plague.
- (both) Plague?

Yes, plague--bubonic,
pneumonic, cepticemic...

Okay, uh, "plague." Um...

"Symptoms include chills..." check,

"fever..." check,

"seizures..." double check,
and "swollen lymph nodes"?

Did his nodes look swollen to you?

I wasn't looking at his nodes.

What about smallpox?

Oh, please.
They eradicated smallpox.

Did they? Because there's
two Iabs in the worId

that stiII have it--
Russia and Atlanta.

If you knew that, maybe they would
have Iet you into medicaI schooI.

"Smallpox."

I'm feeling lucky.

Oh, my God. Why didn't you let me
take him to the hospital?

You didn't want to go to the hospital.

You wanted to wash your hair.

This is so not my fault, Traci.

It's nobody's fault. The guy was sick,
and we didn't know.

Well, you should have known.
You're--You're a mom,

and kids are like little petri dishes
of diseases.

I'm hanging up now!

Yeah.

(Chris) Yeah.

Would you still date me
if l Iooked Iike this?

Yeah, probabIy.
No, not you, sir. Yeah.

Hey. Who's calling in dinner?
I got blue guy's order.

Oh. Just hold on, sir.

Hey. So is he Iooking
navy blue or sky blue?

- You haven't seen him?
- No, I've been stuck here all night.

Really?

- You want to put Chris in holding?
- Yeah.

Uh, have you ever been undercover?

Yeah. You remember? I, you know,
l was, uh, the--the gay...

The prostitute.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

- White pants.
- (Iaughter)

Well, uh, we appreciate
the initiative, but--

You know what? I'm folding anyway.
We got nothin' to Iose.

McNally, you ready to prep him?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Okay, so blue guy really screwed up,
you know? He got caught.

He's blue, obviously,

and, uh, he's feeling
a bit embarrassed,

so just make him like you, you know?

Pretty likeable guy.

(chuckles)

Uh, swoosh this
like it's mouthwash.

Good idea. That way, blue guy'll think
you pulled me in for being drunk.

Okay, there's three things
we're Iooking for. Chris.

- Name...
- Mm-hmm.

his partner's name,
and his motive.

Also, uh, he keeps asking
what time it is,

so we think that maybe
his accomplice has another plan.

That's why we have
to get to him now.

- Mm-hmm.
- You can swallow now.

Ahh. Wow. Burns.

Yeah. Cuff him.

(handcuffs click)

Ooh.

Ow, ow.

Jeez.

Hey, what's up.
Chris Diaz. Nice to meet ya.

Got a little somethin' there.

Cool.

(sighs)

What, are you kidding me?

What?

So you worried about
this quarantine thing?

Know anything about it?

No offense, man,

but you look like you're
in pretty rough shape.

Must hurt or, you know, itch.

I don't know if you've
seen yourseIf IateIy,

but you have bIue aII over,
all over your face and your hands.

It's kind of like
that fake suntan stuff.

You know, you ever heard
those peopIe?

You picked a real chameleon,
McNaIIy.

(chuckles) He's just charming him.
He's warming him up.

Sam, you're missing a real
donk-fest over here, pal.

You know, l'm just--
I'm just getting loose here.

Yeah? Just flopping a set ofjacks,
right under the gun.

- You lead out?
- Of course.

Then I filled it up on the turn.
Barber here--

sorry, buddy--pushes all in,
last week's paycheck.

Okay, you know what? Do me a favor.
Call, or shut your mouth.

Looks like someone's getting
run over by the deck again.

Yeah, well, if you ask me,
leading out's a bit amateur.

They were my cards, I would have
checked-raise, smooth call,

and taken the lead on the turn.

(cell phone ringing)

Callaghan.

Buddy, what's going on in there?
Is everybody okay?

Yeah, real good.
I just flopped a nut flush.

You are never gonna guess
who I just took to the bank.

Jerry followed you
all the way to the river.

Yeah. You know,
we're fine. Go home.

Like a B-movie out here.

We got ambuIances,
people in masks, it's--

That's out of our control.
That's why we're playing poker.

How's Andy?

Um... great.

She's, uh, working a case with Swarek.

Just, uh...

Just... you know,
just tell her I said hi.

Okay.

They're testing for aII
the hemorrhagic fevers.

lt's not EboIa, Marburg,
Rift Valley. It's not hantavirus.

They're gonna call as soon
as they know anything.

I know Andy's in there, but there's nothing
we can do from out here,

so can we drive you home?

Yeah. Thanks.

"Steak frites is a revelation--

"tender angus beef adorned
with tiny matchstick fries."

- Okay, Frank.
- Reservations.

We have dinner together
every Friday.

At first, we went dutch,
and we had a burger,

but after that it got fancy.
You--You started paying.

You have a problem with me
buying you dinner?

(chuckles) No, it's great.
lt's wonderfuI.

I could eat steak every Friday.

I could eat steak
every Friday with you.

It's just...

(knock on door)

Uh, pizza?

That's great.

Uh, I'm actually starving.
Thank you.

- Uh-huh.
- Thank you.

(laughs nervously)

Did you get any pizza?

I'm not eating.

My stomach is killing me,
and l'm sweating,

and my nodes are swollen.

Your nodes are swollen?

Or you could be
freaking yourself out.

What do you know?

I worked SARS, swine flu, bird flu.

I spent more time calming people down

than I did treating people
who were sick.

You need to eat something.

Okay, fine, but if I'm patient zero,
shouldn't I be isolating myself?

lf it gets worse,
we'll deal with it then.

Eat.

Okay.

What time is it?

Meat lovers for the blue guy.
Hawaiian for the hustler.

Thanks.

- You're a prostitute?
- Don't judge me.

Yeah, 'cause I'm
in a real position to mock.

All right. Enjoy your dinner.

Hey. Come on.
Just tell me what time it is.

Tell me your name,
I'll tell you what time it is.

Yeah. I didn't think so.

You robbed a bank.

You like pineapple
on your pizza?

How much money you get?

(blue guy) How much money you get?

Why are you blue?

God help me, is this what
it's gonna be Iike in jaiI?

I couldn't tell ya.
I've only been there once.

Couple weeks for possession.

Tell me something,
if I kill you right now,

you think I'll get a room to myself?

(chuckling)

lf l robbed a bank,
the first thing I'd buy is a dog.

Then a Harley. Then I'd probably
move down to CaIifornia

and get one of those trailer things
by the beach, you know,

and a surfboard, wet suit--
a couple of 'em.

I think I'd look pretty good
in one of those.

Would you please shut up?!

I'm just saying, man, that's what I'd do
if l stoIe a whoIe whack of cash.

Well, hey, I didn't steal anything,
all right?!

(sighs)

Bank took something from me.

I just took it back.

Okay. My deal.

You know the guy that was beat up--
is he a branch manager?

Yeah, he is.

So he's responsibIe
for mortgages, loans?

- Yeah.
- Maybe he was targeted.

I mean, maybe this guy has a beef
with his neighborhood branch.

Did blue guy say somethin'?

Yeah, Chris just got him talking.
He said he didn't steal anything.

He just took it back.

Is the branch manager
still at Victoria Mercy?

Yeah, as far as I know.

- Who are you calling?
- 27 Division.

They might as well head over there
with bIue guy's mug shot,

see if they can get an ID.

No! Hang up.
Hang it up! Hang it up!

- What, what, what?!
- Just... Iisten.

We're on quarantine, right,
and as far as we know,

this might be our last case,
so do we really want to give it up?

I played hockey
against those guys last season.

Bunch of cheatin' bitches at 27.

All right, so then who's out there
that's on our team?

CaIIaghan...
and, uh, I think he's with Dov.

Luke, huh? Well, might as well,
uh, give him a call.

(keying numbers)

(ring, beep)
CaIIaghan.

Hey, we have a lead on
the Broadway Mutual Bank robbery.

- Andy?
- Yeah, um, listen...

I'm gonna e-mail you guys
over a mug shot.

I need you to go over there and get an ID
from the branch manager.

Is the quarantine over?

What's going on?
Are you guys okay?

Uh, the branch manager's
at Victoria Mercy.

Uh, we think he might know
the suspect.

You got all that?

Yeah. Broadway Mutual Bank.
Suspect ID.

I'll call you if we get anything.

- Okay. Good.
- Hey, Andy. I miss you.

Yep. Yep. Yeah, okay.

How'd that go for ya?

Henry Lee is not responding
to any of the medication

that they're giving him.

So, what if I have what he has?

I gotta call Leo. I have to.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't want to wake him up